"...Intimate." Beat. "Not that kind of intimate," Jean clarifies. "At Lobotomy Corporation, she could not fight alongside us, as desperately as she wished to. The Library was, in some ways, a far vaster space. Its dimensions were not constrained by limitations like space, or engineering. And yet, there were so few of us there, compared to L-Corp Headquarters. Just five, for the Floor of Language, Madam Gebura included. We were in frequent contact; we often met with other teams to compare books, to socialize. She could be...difficult, to be around, it's true. She was so heavy with memory and regret that at times it was as if she wasn't there. And yet, when it mattered, she made herself be there, for us."
"In a line of work like that, I can't be all too surprised that she... pulled away, a bit. It's hard not to, when you see things like you've told me about." Jon pauses, just long enough to have a sip of tea. "But I'm glad she'd been able to be there for the five of you. I'm... shocked, honestly, that there were so few of you, for the scale of things that you've mentioned happening in the Library. Why was that?"
"We're the ones who survived, Comrade." Jean almost shrugs, looking down at their teacup. "Director Angela preserved what lives she could when the self-destruct activated in headquarters. The Sephirah, as many Employees as she could reach, but...she is not a god. There was only ever so much she could have done. I survived by blind chance and even then I was so injured that I was in stasis for a great deal of the Library's early assault on the people of the City."
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