The Aspiring Archivist

"But it's not that simple, right? You were convinced it would kill us both."

"Okay, why is it so dangerous? And how could it help me?"

"I—okay then." TAAron turned back to Nameless, awaiting an answer about the chamber. @Nameless

"The worst? That sounds important to me, even if potentially won't happen."

"Oh, good." TAAron still sensed that the response was incomplete. The excitement over the wedding present didn't match the worry. "There's something else, isn't there? Something you won't tell me..." He sighed. "You don't have to tell me, I suppose. I shouldn't be pressing so much."

TAAron found his expression and tone very odd. It didn't seem to match what he was feeling. "I've found that people say "it's nothing" most often when it is something. What is this project of yours?"

Suddenly, TAAron called out, "Thaidakar? What's wrong? You feel worried. Scared, even."

"Oh good, I was right. So, what chamber? How do we get to it?"

That's hilarious! I guess I took the question a little to literally. Well, I eat various types of pasta. Call me weird, but I usually have it mostly plain. I'm fine with meat or alfredo sauce, though.

Heyyyyy Don't know too many yet, but I'll go with Feruchemy. Had to look that one up. Yeah, I'd try it. Blue? I think? Not really fair, because I've only really read Mistborm so far. I'll say Era 1. Hardly listen to it on my own. I don't think I have a favorite genre, there are just some songs that I enjoy. Sandals or flip flops. Yes. No, it's pretty much what you see on the cover. I think Feruchemical Copper is cool, and I have a pretty good memory in real life, so I think it fits. Depends what type. With a fork in most cases, but with spaghetti specifically it's roll, then eat. Everything else you just stab, except for macaroni which is scooped, usually with a spoon rather than fork. Every Mistborn related book and story, most of Warbreaker, a little bit of WoK. I got some of these questions on my Hello There thread. Same answer here: I'm chronically indecisive, and I'm terrible with favorites. I like them all, pretty much. Ok, this is getting out of hand. I have no idea. I wish I could say I have a lot, but I've actually really fallen off reading in recent years. I'm trying to get back into it, starting with the Cosmere, but there aren't many recent enough for me to pull off of the top of my head. You'd probably have to give me a list of every book I've read for me to go through. I did really enjoy All Your Twisted Secrets, but it has a weird pacing and is definitely not for everyone. The Anthropocene Reviewed is also a nice read. I'll try one more, but a little disclaimer: I haven't finished this one. If you're in to science and such, The Code Breaker by Walter Issacson is great. I'm hoping to read some more of his work in the future, he's done a lot of highly acclaimed books on important historical and current figures of science and tech. Check my interests list. It has some, plus a bunch of dumb jokes. A couple that aren't on there are acting and a little bit of poetry. One older brother. Currently trying to read Mistborn to him, he is resisting! Western. I live in California. Usually very bad. I could tell a whole story about that actually, but it's probably not worth typing out. Pretty bad at this too. Uh, trikadekaphobia is the fear of the number thirteen! Absolutely!

I meant to do this for my 200th post, but I got a bit distracted. You know what to do! I'll do my best to answer every question. I've got no clue what you people ask, so hopefully I don't regret that. Here goes!

"Ah. Let me guess a second time, then. You can do something, but you can't, or won't, tell me."

"Well, I guess I need to get better at interpretation. Regardless, what is the problem?"

"I just know, somehow. It's in your face, your voice,, your words."

"Okay, good. I'm glad you understand that. But then, why do you feel so guilty?"

"Nameless, this wasn't your fault," TAAron called, inferring the reason for Nameless' guilty expression. "He did this, not you. All you did was deal with someone who was actively attacking you and another patient. That was the right thing to do."

"Ah. How insightful. I, on the other had, am constantly terrified of being useless, among other things. So... well, I'm quite afraid myself, as you might imagine." Suddenly, TAAron looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry. You didn't ask for that. Sorry that I'm giving you so much distress."

"Ah. So are you afraid of me? Because I almost went insane and killed everyone I know. I'm a... mostly living representation of one of your worst fears."

"Yes, I suppose. What are you scared of?"

About a minute later, TAAron woke up again, with pain in full force. He remembered running to stop the girl who had come asking about them all, and then nothing else. How long have I been out? "Nameless?" he asked aloud. "Are you scared?"

"Eyes..." TAAron whispered. "Your eyes..." He collapsed on the floor, unconcious.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just..." His eyes unfocused and he shivered oddly. Suddenly, he started. "Who— who are you? Why am I here? Get away!" TAAron stood up, backing away to the corner of the room and cowering as though Nameless were a terrifying monster.