[What a melancholy topic, but it's one that Monty's drawn to.]
I was the record-keeper in the reality I was set in before this one. Each month, I would write out what had happened in our fortress and in our company and summarize it, sending out a copy to everyone there.
Before that, in my native reality, we had books of history filled up by scholars. You could read them at the library or buy them, if you liked.
It seems a strange idea to me to etch the past into one's skin. So many would sooner leave such scars behind them, even if they shape us. May I ask your name, miss? Mine's Montague Navarro, but please, do call me Monty.
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I was the record-keeper in the reality I was set in before this one. Each month, I would write out what had happened in our fortress and in our company and summarize it, sending out a copy to everyone there.
Before that, in my native reality, we had books of history filled up by scholars. You could read them at the library or buy them, if you liked.
It seems a strange idea to me to etch the past into one's skin. So many would sooner leave such scars behind them, even if they shape us. May I ask your name, miss? Mine's Montague Navarro, but please, do call me Monty.