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To survive the stupid things he did. Of course, why didn't that thought occur to him? His confidence in the lad wasn't improving any at this stage. Elliot did well to keep his mouth shut, though as Blackhold continued to speak, he found it increasingly challenging.
"You claim to be... revolutionary?" Thinking outside the box, while it had its merits it also got you into a lot of trouble on most occasions. "Do me a favour, don't think so far out the box that you lose yourself." Whether it was regarding his comedy act or his work, it was all the same.
And what was that... he wanted words? About his true calling?
Merlin.
"Cambridge has dibs on any promotions going in the department, if that's what you're after." It was best to be blunt with these things, cut their expectations down to size. Or was this another matter entirely? Elliot signalled with a circular waving motion of his hands for him to continue. Find your voice, boy.
...
The items told him a story, of a struggle and little more than that, but all of it was as fresh in his mind as if it had happened yesterday.
"2069, I was part of a three man team to apprehend Tiberius Gannicus, murdered three and two muggles at a square in Norwich. I took the rear approach... but in one of the alleys I discovered another crime had been committed. Anthea Watterson. What was left of her remains were still warm at the time..." that was the long story, one he wouldn't forget until his own life was stripped of him.
In short however, "She was on of some twenty victims over the years, serial murderer, abducts their victims and ends them. Recedes them to bones and ash, and those are the ones we have found. Evidence only suggests their place of origin, and attest to their identity." There was nothing more.
... and on that note.
"Speak a word of this, and it'll be your last."
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