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[anklets]

[This query brought to you by a pretty handful of missing puzzle pieces, not that you'd know, since Lenalee has no intent to justify or explain that imagery, nor to keep picking at scabs until they fester.]

We've already seen how the smallest change made can rewrite the entire history of this world. People are unborn, warheads are undropped... because we've cut out the circumstances which led to their happening.

How do you think that it might be the same for us? Transports come and go so often here and no one knows why. Whatever we do, we are always altering chances, there is no reason not to consider they could also be our own. That someone arrived on a day no longer existing may suddenly leave, or return by new circumstance, or forget they were ever here before.

It may be that we don't "go home", just. "Never arrive".

[ about ten minutes after broadcast, through careful squinting and experimentation, the feed is locked from Gilbert Nightray ]

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[anklets]

[Simple? She is sure she has never been this nonunderstanding.]

multiple timelines? what do you mean by "the correct one"?

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[thorny]

There is a single set of events that paradox space has designated as the 'proper' timeline. Any occurrence which deviates from it causes a split and the ultimate destruction of those involved.

It all boils down to predestiny and the world's determination to keep the status quo in check. I highly doubt that a place such as this would be immune from it.

[anklets]

[ heart-stop, tablet-drop, wow she regrets asking this ]

but they aren'g destroyed! those same people have come back even after leaving, thhey can remember being here, sometimes, they're not

[ "destroyed", but she can't bring herself to write this because she has become filled with thoughts of how the world she came from had been destroyed once before, flooded and covered in dark, and even then it had sprouted new growth ]

[thorny]

[you inadvertently poke one of the many unaddressed issues of Rose Lalonde, she is unfortunately unkind in return. someone really needs to chaperone her.]

Sometimes remnants remain. Shadows of memories and personalities, grafted onto the alpha version of the unlucky person.

That doesn't mean that the world they were originally from has somehow managed to escape its fate.

[anklets]

[ every warchild in exsilium needs at least one chaperone and a nap, amirite ]

i'm sorry your world was like that.

[It sounds trite, she thinks, bitterly. But it's all she can make herself say.]

[thorny]

Oh, thank you! The sympathy of a complete stranger after receiving a response to the topic they brought about clears away all assumed pain I've been carrying around.

[if Rose were the sort to stoop to emoticons, she'd have rounded her reply out with a :) just to send the PAness through the roof. as it is, it's an acceptable amount of bite. she doesn't want anyone's pity, especially not someone as apparently emotionally weak as this girl]

[anklets]

[She needn't stoop to emoticons! Lenalee hasn't grasped the concept of them, as it is. But there is a sharpness she can feel in these words all the same, not a surprise sharpness. She writes and unwrites a reply thrice over before finally setting the tablet down, thinking it best to leave the web be before she tangles herself in it entirely.

One victory for Rose.


Kind of.]