Duiran,

The murder of Holbrook Hought will not be forgotten.

My civic colleagues are inclined to consider this death as a great wounding. Our enormous draconic benefactor, the very namesake of the Dragon of the North, considers it a theft. It appears that our incidental allies in the Beacon once considered it a similar social affront, but have since reneged on their stance for reasons yet unknown. Moralist intent is a confoundingly fickle variable and regularly defies quantification or classification. Some in the voices of the world denounce this as weakness, however this Archivist is presently content to designate it as a topic for further study and consideration.

His loss is a regrettable and unexpected departure of both talent and a treasured colleague, but is also a grand and transcendental working of numerological Yi.

Yi is mystery. It is the closest to the postulated Immortal Number, the nascent supremacy all true Archivists strive to understand and contemplate. Senator-colleague Holbrook's death was by no means wasteful in this regard. Efficient. Amplified. Whether this is due to your processes or in spite of it remains to be identified, but we chronicle, we survey, and we ascertain. Thus is our purpose as Archivists, as was once his. Abi ye ozidmu, sota vadle ye abi.

Symphonic opposition amidst the Spheres spools the primordial loom of reality, and it is upon these threads that the tapestry of Creation is woven.

You have wracked Sapience with the tumult of Lgakt. You have drawn the senator-colleague into the vagaries of Yi. You have devitalized his Jherza and rendered it inert. You have enacted Rafic beneath the eye of the enormous draconic benefactor at your immense peril. You have severed the Ef'tig that bound him to us, and to Sky Dreaming's hoard. You have annihilated his present Index-incarnation and engaged in permanent Yuef erasure.

However, the concordance of one primality yet remains - Jhako. Balance, and equilibrium. Where there is push, there will later be pull. It is my appraisal that your spiritualist underpinnings grant a cursory, if minor understanding of this facet of existence.

Geopolitics is founded on threats, posturing and musings in Carnifexian volume of global apport. But this is neither geopolitics nor a threat, no. This is an elucidation of law - one that you cannot disregard in favour of higher purpose, nor persuade into silence betwixt the facade of luminous halls. A metaphorical ribcage through which no bladed point shall slither past.

It is the intransigent and ineffable will of reality. Jhako will manifest.

And when it does, we will chronicle its outcome upon you as another turn of the Fulcrum of Hought.

It is only logical.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 16th of Chakros, in the year 504 MA.