
Judgment nodded a bit as he listened to Kios's account, easing himself into a mode of contemplation. So he had been around a while, but the times
had been trying back then. The race to stop the End had meant there was no time to spare, not even for a few words not on the subject.
That, and the knowledge at the time was that her children would only be able to live as long as existence itself...
"I see..." he replied. He followed Akakios and took a chair gratefully, albeit being uncertain how long he would be spending in the Library. The table here had an array of books, some turned to blank or half-finished pages, along with a quill and pots of ink.
"This is your work area, I assume?" Not that it could be anything else. He peered over it curiously, wondering if any of Akakios's works-in-progress had any interesting or familiar ideas on the pages.