—he can't write this part down because he wants to forget it but the image comes to his mind's eye, unbidden and unwelcome. Surrounded by the familiars, stopping time to get past them and attack the witch, steering clear of its attacks, and it was fast, too fast, and he had to keep doing it, keep stopping time and then rewinding and then stopping and then rewinding, over and over and over trying to find the best path, they had seeds and the seeds weren't enough, over and over and over, watching a magical die and rewinding to save them, stopping time to get them out of the way, it was too much, too much, too many people, and they wouldn't coordinate, they wouldn't work together, Yutaka couldn't see most of them, and then when he wasn't looking Haru was gone. Haru was gone, there was—all that was left of Haru was an arm and a part of his body, and Yutaka didn't have any more magic—