Flynn rises from the wingback, cold fury on his face and--

--Librarian, Librarian, Librarian, Librarian, he can't forget, he can't ever forget--

"Won't I?" He approaches, reaching out via the connection, because it's all there. "I can take whatever I want, Stone. I can take your memories of the Library if I want to. Of Jones. Of the goodness you oh-so-much believe in. I own you. I own everything that makes you you."

He's yanking harshly at the both connections, his thoughts and the tattoos, bringing him down to his knees. "See what a well-behaved boy you can be?"