Once they arrive at home, Doom spends much of his evening in the library, poring over several alchemical texts. The longer he reads, the more frantic he becomes, evidenced by his elevated heart rate and seemingly erratic moves around the table.
He can't understand it. Any of it.
Weeks ago,the items in these books were as basic to him as breathing. Now, he can't understand how they work at all. Was this what it felt like to be Benjamin Grimm?
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Victor whispers, trying to make sense of the diagrams he sees.
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