[Jon starts recording, reading out the inscription as they do step through.]
'The insincerity of man. All men are liars, partial or hiders of facts, half tellers of truths, shirks, moral sneaks. When a merely honest man appears he is a comet. His fame is eternal. It needs no genius, no talent. It's mere honesty.'
[Jon scoffs.]
One of the great philosophers of the world? Perhaps. With names like Duplicity and Insincerity I'd question the stock the natives of this place put into that sort of notion. Do they even believe an honest person can exist? Someone without this 'Deceit Gene,' perhaps? But their suppositions are contradictory. If all men are liars, then there can never be an honest man. Hmm... Gendered pronouns. Maybe some fairy contract nonsense with the technicality of women being the honest ones? A pattern to look for on the other side.
[He's focused enough on the city around them that he doesn't immediately notice the timer on his wrist once through the door.]
Everything's monochrome here. Black and white, spiraling outward. Very Spiral, just from that door and the way this entire place is set up. Nothing immediately dangerous from why I can-
Ava, what's wrong?
[She's staring at her wrist and he looks as well.]
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Date: 2019-09-01 09:27 pm (UTC)'The insincerity of man. All men are liars, partial or hiders of facts, half tellers of truths, shirks, moral sneaks. When a merely honest man appears he is a comet. His fame is eternal. It needs no genius, no talent. It's mere honesty.'
[Jon scoffs.]
One of the great philosophers of the world? Perhaps. With names like Duplicity and Insincerity I'd question the stock the natives of this place put into that sort of notion. Do they even believe an honest person can exist? Someone without this 'Deceit Gene,' perhaps? But their suppositions are contradictory. If all men are liars, then there can never be an honest man. Hmm... Gendered pronouns. Maybe some fairy contract nonsense with the technicality of women being the honest ones? A pattern to look for on the other side.
[He's focused enough on the city around them that he doesn't immediately notice the timer on his wrist once through the door.]
Everything's monochrome here. Black and white, spiraling outward. Very Spiral, just from that door and the way this entire place is set up. Nothing immediately dangerous from why I can-
Ava, what's wrong?
[She's staring at her wrist and he looks as well.]
Is that... is that a countdown on your wrist?