MARTIN: Sorry. ARCHIVIST: Ah, it’s fine. I just… I only need from when you got separate
MARTIN: Sorry. ARCHIVIST: Ah, it’s fine. I just… I only need from when you got separated. From when you got lost in the tunnels. MARTIN: No, I mean… I’m sorry I left you. ARCHIVIST: …Oh, Martin. MARTIN: [Tearful] It was an accident. I thought you two were with me! I mean, the worms came at us, and they were so much faster, and then there was the gas, and the running, and I just… I, I thought you were right behind me. But when I turned round you were gone. You were both gone. It was an accident. ARCHIVIST: I know. It’s fine, Martin. Everybody’s… [sigh] Everyone’s fine… I just need you to tell me what happened next, and then it’s finished.Didn’t fully internalize until a third listen that Jon records the interviews in MAG 40 while surrounded by worm carcasses??[ID: A digital drawing of Martin and Jon from The Magnus Archives. They sit on the ground in the tunnels underneath the Institute. Martin is a large white man with reddish hair and round glasses. He has one knee drawn to his chest, and his eyes and one cheek are wet. He’s looking in Jon’s direction, but not at his face; he looks surprised. Jon sits with his back against a brick wall, one leg bent the other stretched in front of him. He’s a thin, brown-skinned, dark-haired man, and his glasses are squarer than Martin’s. There are bloody holes in his shoes and several kinds of bandage all over his face and hands. None match his skin–some are white, others beige, all uncomfortably placed. He wears an oversized cardigan, black with brown and gray stripes, probably borrowed from Martin. Under that, his green t-shirt and gray sweatpants both read “Magnus Institute,” though in neither case can we see all the letters. One of Jon’s hands rests lightly on Martin’s forearm. On the ground in front of Jon sit a tape recorder and a lantern; another lantern sits between him and Martin. There’s a ladder behind them, and three piles of hastily swept-up silver worms on the far right. Jon looks at one of these and frowns. End ID.] -- source link