As I sat in the dimly lit room with Waylan, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of curiosity about his role as a 'Protector.' I had always struggled to comprehend their roles and the motivations behind their actions.
It had been gnawing at me for quite a while now.
Waylan was calm and collected, and he seemed to know everything there was to know about the Records, the universe, and our place in it.
I eventually shook my head.
"No, I do not know why you do the things that you do."
"So he hasn't told you…"
Waylan calmly nodded his head.
I frowned in response to what he said, but I did not move from where I was sitting.
He continued.
"The universe… you can say that it was something that was created by the Records. It's their body, and we are both creations of the Records."
