“To some of us, new worlds meant only one thing, new lands to be conquered. The peace between realities… erupted into all-out war, each variant fighting to preserve their universe and annihilate the others. This was almost the end… ladies and gentlemen, of everything and everyone.”
Well, it can’t all be sorrow, can it? I’ve always been alone, so I don’t feel the lack. It’s all I’ve ever known, I’ve never experienced loss because I have never had a loved one to lose. But what is grief, if not love persevering?
It was real to me! You are my mother! You were my real mother- the closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake, and none of you told me!
Guilty of being the God of Mischief? Yes. Guilty of finding all this
incredibly tedious? Yes. Guilty of a crime against the Sacred Timeline?
Absolutely not, you have the wrong person.
She could not drive from her mind the fear she entertained of this terrible emissary−for she comprehended the strange qualities of this woman, sometimes a serpent, sometimes a lion. (insp xx)
