Few people have the chance to - go back, do something again. But the other version of Kystle is a very specific exception. He knows what's in store for it if he doesn't do anything. Genocide for the invaders (Lynn would call it justified, he just thinks murder is murder), a second invasion of New Kystle, immortal psychopaths with sharp weaponry running around - not the kinds of things he wants. So Prime is thinking of ways to circumvent the problem.
It's unfortunately humbling when he finds no moral solution knocking at his door. There are plenty of immoral ones, but he doesn't touch those. Certainly, he could throw the out of work demon hunters at the plane, tell them to kill things, but that hardly solves the underlying problem. Even he, with all his power, can't save an entire planet. His sister couldn't, either. Not even both of them together.
Obviously, he needs more resources. He didn't deal much in other planes, not when the risks were so great. But now - now he knows that there are other versions of him, other versions of Bells. With various types of magic. Prime isn't a greedy man, but he knows new possible resources when he sees hints of them, and he wants them. He can fix - not his mistake in particular, but his mother's, the second bloodline's.
He spends some time scrying, and then he sighs and snaps his eyes shut. Yeah, that's definitely something. He did not need to see a younger version of himself having sex. Ever. Annoying how his alts seem to come in pairs with 'Bells,' it leads to awkward situations like this. Mirrors are retrieved, and then Prime informs everyone of what he's found - another Adarin, another Bell, together and obviously with some kind of magic.
Since Pantheon seems to be their impromptu central base, he retrieves a recent creation of his, and off he goes to meet with Spring. They're going to write a letter.
"Because I take you so seriously now. We have a very somber relationship." Pause. "I want to see and if you don't let me see I may go to your alts for advice on how to get you to show me the adorable baby deer pictures that I know to exist."
"There's no stopping you on your adorable baby deer pictures rampage, is there. You have to see them, don't you."
"Very well," says Darren, gravely. "You may see the adorable prancing fawn pictures." Pause. "On the condition that you show no one else."
"Good, good. Then when we're in Forks we will bug my dad for them, and you may see them. Briefly."
"It only took years of begging," he snorts. "And alternates of both of us showing up with fancy magic."
"Yes, all of those things. Is it worth it, Bella? Is it worth the cost and toil for these baby deer pictures?"
"What if I invest years of intermittent begging and negotiating and attempts at bamboozlement?"
"Probably still no. I'm not dating you, and I'm terribly sorry to say that I am happily taken, so - I doubt it's going to happen. Sorry."
"I wasn't hitting on you. I'm more than four times your age and Phix would be irritated with me."
"It's still really rude to be like - 'Yeah I'm not ever going to date you, and I'm not sorry. I'm dating this awesome equivalent of a magic fairy princess, and she geeks out about magic with me; it's the best.'"
"Considering what relation I stand in to the fairy princess in question, I could still be flattered," Spring points out.
"I am, it would seem," Phix mentions, "the only living sphinx, although I guess if resurrection works on critters that could change. And sphinxes get very cool powerful magic."