Negating The Root Cause
"I watched myself die under the shadow of Krakatoa in 1883, stabbed
through the heart with a flint-tipped spear, red blood pouring out of
me and soaking into the grey sand. Around me the spider monkeys and
cockatoos sang a requiem."
"Touching."
"I saw the confusion in my eyes as I focused on myself. Then felt the universe struggle to prevent paradox rips, fighting to rectify the problem."
"Confusion, ignorance, fear. That's all most people will ever know. Count yourself lucky that you have known more."
"I was just behind you in São Paulo. Found your tracks in Medieval China. Saw the slaughter you'd left behind in Siberia."
"There's a common element there, too late."
"I'm not late now am I? You are here aren't you? Neck beneath my sword, lying on the frozen tundra. Am I imagining it? Am I?"
"No."
"Am I too late now?"
"No."
"The universe knows the problem. You. And I am the solution."
"Ha. Who do you think you are? An avenging angel? You're deluded. The universe owes us nothing, I owe the universe nothing. Time? Space? They aren't truths to be protected."
"I will kill you now and fix everything."
"It won't bring her back. You can't cut a string and hope that the know will shake loose. She's dead and I'm sorry, but nothing can change that now."
"It will. It must. You killed her, I kill you, time reorders its many strands."
"Don't you think that I've tried? I've been there, I've changed things, I killed myself to try and stop it! You're not the only one to watch yourself die. And I did it. I know. I killed her. It was my fault. Which is why I ran, why I'm still running. So do it. Kill me. Try to end it, stop it, make it never happen. Do it!"
"It's not you? Even though you killed her. The universe knows. If it's not you, then how? I need her. Since the day that I met her my life has never been the same. I... I met her. Me. I met you. It's my fault."
"you misunderstand. There is no fault. There is cause, there is reaction, there is no way back."
"No, it is my fault."
"So what? Take that blade to your own throat and hope you unwind the universal stack of consequences?"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Too late..."
"I saw the confusion in my eyes as I focused on myself. Then felt the universe struggle to prevent paradox rips, fighting to rectify the problem."
"Confusion, ignorance, fear. That's all most people will ever know. Count yourself lucky that you have known more."
"I was just behind you in São Paulo. Found your tracks in Medieval China. Saw the slaughter you'd left behind in Siberia."
"There's a common element there, too late."
"I'm not late now am I? You are here aren't you? Neck beneath my sword, lying on the frozen tundra. Am I imagining it? Am I?"
"No."
"Am I too late now?"
"No."
"The universe knows the problem. You. And I am the solution."
"Ha. Who do you think you are? An avenging angel? You're deluded. The universe owes us nothing, I owe the universe nothing. Time? Space? They aren't truths to be protected."
"I will kill you now and fix everything."
"It won't bring her back. You can't cut a string and hope that the know will shake loose. She's dead and I'm sorry, but nothing can change that now."
"It will. It must. You killed her, I kill you, time reorders its many strands."
"Don't you think that I've tried? I've been there, I've changed things, I killed myself to try and stop it! You're not the only one to watch yourself die. And I did it. I know. I killed her. It was my fault. Which is why I ran, why I'm still running. So do it. Kill me. Try to end it, stop it, make it never happen. Do it!"
"It's not you? Even though you killed her. The universe knows. If it's not you, then how? I need her. Since the day that I met her my life has never been the same. I... I met her. Me. I met you. It's my fault."
"you misunderstand. There is no fault. There is cause, there is reaction, there is no way back."
"No, it is my fault."
"So what? Take that blade to your own throat and hope you unwind the universal stack of consequences?"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Too late..."
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