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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 ]

Comments

[onehundredswords]

I dunno, I've thought about it for a while now.

I mean consider they take you from a Wednesday. But lets say the you from the day before gets to Wednesday an' becomes that you.

The you here is now defunct, an' got nowhere to go once you leave. That way it's got an infinite number of us to take, just in case.

Then again, I'm no expert, so don't quote me on this.

[And a good-natured chuckle because clearly this is a normal thing to treat so casually.]

[anklets]

[ iT IS NOT ]

That- can't be right.

[onehundredswords]

Haha, yeah, I made that all up just there. Who knows what happens.

[anklets]

[That had set her pulse on fire, searing through her so fast that she snaps without meaning to.] Don't joke about something like that!

[onehundredswords]

Whoa, whoa.

Deep breaths, kid. Gonna give yourself a heart attack.

[anklets]

I mean it.

[ not

soothed ]

It isn't funny to make jokes about what we can't grasp.

[onehundredswords]

You should try it sometime; maybe you'd fret less.

Or could it be ya' don't got a sense of humor?

[anklets]

I just don't find war funny, I suppose.

[There hasn't been anything for her to laugh cheerfully at, guiltlessly at, in- too long.]

[onehundredswords]

[She should give amorality a try, it's easier.]

Is that what it is? I thought you were looking for excuses to feel bad. My mistake.

[anklets]

[ expert advice from gin ichimaru ]

I'm looking for answers. [ sounds tight, here ] The Transporter is tied to this world as much as its people and buildings, so I want to know if changes will affect it, and then us.

That's- all.

[onehundredswords]

[A pause, he's thinking...]

What if I told you it has? To you, specifically; if I noticed something had changed in between the last time we spoke and now?

That noone has told you yet out of concern or some other reason.

[anklets]

[ she tries not to let this gnaw at her, knowing him, knowing his type ] I would have to wonder how you could be the one so kind as to tell me.

[onehundredswords]

Answer the question.

[As in he isn't taking that for an answer.]

[anklets]

I have.

[onehundredswords]

Ah.

Well, I guess if we're not being serious then, I could go back to just teasing you. That's always fun.

[anklets]

For one of us.

[onehundredswords]

Heh.

My point was, until I tell you in my little hypothetical there, you'd never know if you changed or not. If everyone changed, noone would.

And if you don't recognize it, you aren't gonna worry about the specifics.

So why fuss over nothin'?

[anklets]

[ congratulations, gin ]

While I understand what you mean by that, it still isn't nothing.