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[Grian]
I…
I don’t know what to do.
I know that Pearl’s dream was just a dream, and I know that I shouldn’t be worried. After all, it’s just a dream…but…
Ever since I started working here, even before I became the new archivist, everything has always seemed a little too…real for comfort. Obviously none of it is, because it can’t be, because monsters and magic and spooky books don’t exist. (Pauses, then continues softly) But then what are we even doing here?
(Gradually building static) Why does this institute even exist, if none of this is real? Why do I come in every morning to record statements? Why do Impulse and Scar and Mumbo and Pearl come in to help me with them? Why does Xisuma take care of overseeing everything? Why did Etho vanish? Why do we have artifact storage? Why do we even keep all of these tapes? Why—
(Pauses, breathing heavy)
(Inhales, then exhales slowly) Sorry…I don’t know what came over me. I just…
I’m just worried about Pearl.
I’m worried that even though it’s impossible, in every aspect of the word, that she took a brief trip into space. I know how she gets when she’s lying, and trust me, she is definitely lying—not just to me, but to herself. And even though she seems like she’s happy, and I don’t want to ruin that for her, I’m worried she’s not going to be careful and she’s going to get lost up there.
(Softly) I’m…
I’m scared I’m going to lose her.
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