"For understandable reasons, I'd imagine. Difficult to maintain records when it's one disaster after the next."
The scale of time Palamedes is working with--and coming from, in a certain light--still boggles his mind just slightly. His interest in history was only ever specific and compact, the rise and fall of one town forever on the brink of something great and the uncanny forces that may well have helped or hindered it on its way. Thinking of something ten thousand years in the past only brings to mind the artifacts in the Peabody, things so old it's uncomfortably easy to divorce them from any connection to the here and now, to consider them only as relics in a glass case.
Darlington guides the car around a curve in the road, surprise and a faint resignation warring in his expression. The idea of people fleeing the planet, choosing to go before war or catastrophe or something equally as unfortunate forced their hand, smacks of a privilege that he thinks would infuriate someone like Alex or Blue. It doesn't sit well with him, either, though there's a small part of him that can understand it--that might, if the Arlington fortune had stretched to it, have made a similar choice himself. "So those who could, fled, and those who didn't had to contend with whatever apocalypse was on the horizon."
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The scale of time Palamedes is working with--and coming from, in a certain light--still boggles his mind just slightly. His interest in history was only ever specific and compact, the rise and fall of one town forever on the brink of something great and the uncanny forces that may well have helped or hindered it on its way. Thinking of something ten thousand years in the past only brings to mind the artifacts in the Peabody, things so old it's uncomfortably easy to divorce them from any connection to the here and now, to consider them only as relics in a glass case.
Darlington guides the car around a curve in the road, surprise and a faint resignation warring in his expression. The idea of people fleeing the planet, choosing to go before war or catastrophe or something equally as unfortunate forced their hand, smacks of a privilege that he thinks would infuriate someone like Alex or Blue. It doesn't sit well with him, either, though there's a small part of him that can understand it--that might, if the Arlington fortune had stretched to it, have made a similar choice himself. "So those who could, fled, and those who didn't had to contend with whatever apocalypse was on the horizon."