Lies #5: Sanders

Chapter 11

Logan:

On the second floor of the castle, Logan and Patton were in The Marvelous Library of a Thousand Books. At least, that was the title displayed on the entrance; Logan did not know if this was a correct estimate of the number of books in the library. Either way, the library was absolutely massive. If the Library of Alexandria was around anymore, this surely would've been what it looked like. Bookshelves towered high up to the ceiling, with wooden ladders stretching up beside them. It was exactly the place Logan had wanted to find.

After Roman had run off and Virgil went after him, Logan and Patton had decided to look around and had stumbled upon the library. When Patton had admitted he was a librarian, Logan had requested for him to help him find some books. The two had wandered through the impossibly large room and found every book Logan could want. There was no use going after Roman and Virgil; the castle was too large. Not only that, but Logan didn't think him or Patton were needed to help Roman with the test. Roman's relationship with Virgil seemed to be growing nicely. Logan was sure they would solve whatever they came across easily. There were more important things for him to do anyways.

The books Logan had picked out were all on the brain. Surprisingly, for such a medieval setting, there were lots of modern-day books on the subject. To have a library this big, I doubt J. S. wouldn't hide a clue in here for me to find. Logan and Patton were now sitting down across from each other at a reading table, and Logan opened the first book to begin his research. Of course, his reading wasn't going to be as straightforward. Patton put his chin on his hand and tilted his head, "What's it like to work at a hospital?"

Without looking up from the book, Logan shrugged. "I suppose it's like any other type of work. You go to your job, you do what you've been trained for, and then you return home. You organize books; I perform surgeries and analyze a patient's symptoms. If they suffer from any brain-damaging diseases, I help them. I don't know how exactly it would differ from a more regular job, as I've only worked as a doctor. Although, I do think it would be pleasant to work in a library. Books are powerful instruments for helping to understand the world around you. They contain such great knowledge and have taught me everything I know about human emotions. I would guess that being in a place like this for work wouldn't be so much as work than rather enjoyment. Amongst books, you need not worry what others think of you or if you're doing something wrong. You can simply lose yourself in a fictional world where people are normal, or at least, they do not share the same problems as you. Is what I'm saying making sense?"

Logan lifted his head. Patton was staring at him, his eyes sparkling behind his large glasses. Quickly, Patton sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat. "Oh, yeah! Definitely! That's why I work at a library, haha! Reading makes me feel less lonely, because it feels like I'm traveling with the characters from the books. What kind of books do you enjoy?"

"Well," Logan slowly shut the book he had started to read, "As a neurosurgeon and neurologist, I love any books about the brain. Psychology is also a great subject to research. Regarding fictional stories, I do enjoy mysteries and poetry, although I do read a lot of current contemporary literature to educate myself on what is acceptable in social situations. One of the most interesting books I've read is Me and Earl and the Dying Girl. As the main character does not actually care about the girl in his class dying of leukemia despite everyone telling him that he should, I find him relatable."

The books on the table no longer held any interest. This was the first time anyone had ever listened to Logan talk about books, and it was an experience that he wanted to have. Patton was listening with wide eyes, a soft smile on his face. He enjoys what I have to say. This was so new. Am I doing this right? Am I acting human enough for him? Because that's all that it was; acting. This was a conversation that two individual humans would have, that they would enjoy having. Logan, though, was a blank slate. He was not having a good time. He was not having a bad time, either, but he knew that Patton knew that this wasn't real. Nothing about Logan was real.