Martin K(nife) Blackwood

[Peter can see the moment it cracks. It tears into the genteel edges of Elias' mask and shows just the tiny, black edges of that ravenous, driving hunger of the Eye. It was what he wanted, but it wasn't enough.

There's an odd twisting of the man's expression, a little too slack in some ways, a little too tight in others, as the monster in the shell ignores the usual graceful operations.]

That would be the issue. There is no new assistant. Merely my Head Archivist not only vanishing from my Sight when he returns home, but I forget about him.

The power seems astoundingly familiar.

So if you'd care to explain... If not you, who of yours has been encroaching.