[Jon's lips thin as he glances away. Fine. Less discretion. No metaphor. He lowers his voice, wrapping a hand around the bar as he leans in.]
Look. I was a few dozen words away from ending my world, when Ambrose summoned me here. Not by my choice. I was made to be a tool to call all the Entities of fear through whatever held them back and remake my world to serve them.
And now I'm here. In arm's reach of, allegedly, a link between all worlds. Everywhere.
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Look. I was a few dozen words away from ending my world, when Ambrose summoned me here. Not by my choice. I was made to be a tool to call all the Entities of fear through whatever held them back and remake my world to serve them.
And now I'm here. In arm's reach of, allegedly, a link between all worlds. Everywhere.