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The stone floor is cold. A trail of water drips slowly down the far wall. The light is dim, a few grumpily smoldering coals in a brazier above.
Her left hand aches abruptly, a pulse like all her joints ossifying at once before the sensation fades again. This is accompanied by a dull flash of green light. She's kneeling, hands locked shoulder-width apart by a metal bar clasped tightly around her wrists.
Sounds of footsteps in the corridor beyond say she may have visitors soon.
" - It'd feel. Weird? It's - already weird enough you've met other versions of me, and that one of them sacrificed herself for you..."
"But - you're really cool, and I - wouldn't want to deny this to myself just 'cause it's weird?"
"Well. The only person who's interacted with those timelines experienced them in the subjective past. So if it's a one-to-one thing of time passing, you won't be able to get to them when they most need your help because you're already entangled in their future. But if it's not a one-to-one thing, all we need to do is crack the universe portal and then adapt that to get to alternate versions of the same reality, and the amount of time it takes to do that won't matter, because we can specify the moment in time as the divergence point."
Giggle! But... "I'm mostly worried about their - mental state, Eliana said they seemed depressed. And... She saw one of them die."
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