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[the journal is thrown open on a desk; it sounds like Zelman's busy rummaging through something on the other side. books, probably. he's flipping through a lot of pages. things keep getting pulled off shelves.]
A slender man... I know there was something about that in one of these...
[he wouldn't have expected "clues" to show up in his own personal library, but he did occasionally nick books from the castle, so he supposes it would only make sense...
and then he finds it. all the noise in the room suddenly stops as he reads it over, just to make sure... and then he begins to, presumably, read it out loud.]
"Slenderman? I know about his kind. They're nothing special. They're just one of the few who actually decided they wanted to exist. But existing doesn't mean anything--they don't have souls. They know it, so all they can do is gather souls. New souls. Honestly, in the event that you've missed this key point, you need to realize the irony of the situation. They want to exist and they think that by taking someone else's existence, they will exist. They don't understand the capability of the mortals here.
I've met and lived with 'his kind' and they're horrible beings, really. When you meet one, you've met the rest, because individuality doesn't even happen with them."
[he shuts the book with a snap.] This particular entry is titled, "On Slenderman and His Kind". The rest of them are inconsequential diary entries.
A slender man... I know there was something about that in one of these...
[he wouldn't have expected "clues" to show up in his own personal library, but he did occasionally nick books from the castle, so he supposes it would only make sense...
and then he finds it. all the noise in the room suddenly stops as he reads it over, just to make sure... and then he begins to, presumably, read it out loud.]
"Slenderman? I know about his kind. They're nothing special. They're just one of the few who actually decided they wanted to exist. But existing doesn't mean anything--they don't have souls. They know it, so all they can do is gather souls. New souls. Honestly, in the event that you've missed this key point, you need to realize the irony of the situation. They want to exist and they think that by taking someone else's existence, they will exist. They don't understand the capability of the mortals here.
I've met and lived with 'his kind' and they're horrible beings, really. When you meet one, you've met the rest, because individuality doesn't even happen with them."
[he shuts the book with a snap.] This particular entry is titled, "On Slenderman and His Kind". The rest of them are inconsequential diary entries.