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Elias sighed, looking down at his stack of mail.
He recognized the hand writing on 33 of the letters to be Peter’s.
He had told Peter many times to stop sending letters, they were a waste.
Elias tossed them all in the bin.
Elias’s phone began to vibrate, and Elias debated answering.
“Hello Peter,” Elias sighed. He’d been doing that a lot, ever since becoming an avatar of the eye about 50% of his breath was wasted on sighing.
“Did you get my letters yet?” Peter asked
“Yes Peter. All 33 if them. And no, I don’t need you to read them out to me or tell me what was on them. I already threw them out.” Elias said.
“What about-“
“Yes, I got your texts as well. I don’t know why you bother, you know I can’t read.”
There’s a pause, and Elias doesn’t need to Know to know what Peter is about to say.
“I refuse to interpret emojis, Peter.”
. . .
At first, Jon just thought he needed glasses or something. After all, you can’t just forget out to read!
“Martin,” Jon called “I can’t quiet figure this word out. Do you know it?”
Martin blinked at the page Jon was showing him.
“Jon, can you try to pronounce this word?” He asked
“I wouldn’t know where to began. I think this statement is in a foreign language or-“
“Jon,” Martin interrupted with a look of concern “That’s the word statement.”
Jon stood up. This issue had been worsening as his connection to the Eye had undesirably strengthened.
“Elias, I can no longer read statements! What the fuck?” Jon asked.
Jon than eyed the very fully waste bin, which had dozens of unopened letters.
“Oh, that’s splendid news. You must be further along than even I anticipated.”
“Why can’t I fucking read?!” Jon snapped
“Have you not noticed anything strange when reading the statements? Well, when you could read those statements.” Elias said, taking out a match book. “Or considered why every avatar of an entity acts like they are not sane?”
“Because they are psychopathic murderers, and it’s pointless to try and understand the insane.” Elias took out a match.
“Well, think of this as a new pet project. Figure out why you can’t read anymore.” Elias lit the match and threw it in the trash can.
“Now get out of my office.” Elias said, casually watching the letters burn.
Jon left, but only because the plastic bin would be aflame soon and Jon did not desire to deal with that.