The Archivist frowns, his layered voice doubtful. "And you believe they require some of us to venture into the memories of others." He says with his currently very slow and deliberately selected words. "Because I don't. I believe... They already know. But this-" And he gestures around them. "-this much rather feels like adding... Fuel. For disagreements. Among our own..."

The Archivist lets his words trail off. Though that's how he feels it. That's also the reason why he tries to stay out of people's heads. This is the reason why he refuses to share what secrets he may glean with others. To avoid inserting bad blood into their little community. More bad blood...