There's something different about this next world. He can tell by the way his magic reacts to it. It's almost like it's... eager.
He doesn't dare hope.
He opens a door, in the middle of nowhere, and Crystal flies through before him. What he sees on the other side is—
—himself. He's noticeably human, but—from his memories of old pictures, not exactly the same. Slightly different.
"—oh," he finally says, after a long time thinking through what this means that doesn't last even a second.
"Good question. What?! ...What are you? Are you a clone? Time-traveler?"
"Alternate universe version of him," says the new one, in their language, pointing at local Sadde. "...does this place not have light? My butterfly says she can't see anything, and now that I'm paying attention I can't, either."
Viera raises her hand. "Hi, my name is Viera and I am one of the leaders of this scouting mission. I would be very interested in not being confused."
"There exist many, many universes. In some of them, alternate versions of the same people exist. I am an alternate version of him. In... all universes I've ever visited, things work through fundamental almost exceptionless mathematical equations, and a constant in all of them is light. This world does not have light, and I can only see because I have a magic ring of translation that seems to be interpreting light and sound as the same thing and giving me interpretations of both."
"...light and sound are the same thing. They're just—different aspects of perception magic."
"...What you just said should be impossible!" Henry tells the newcomer Sadde.
And far above the planet's surface someone is really confused by that vast emotional well that he is sensing. What is even more confusing is how familiar the signature feels like.
"That is a long, depressing story. I'm not sure here's the best place to tell it."
"I am sorry," Viera tells the new Sadde. "Sadde - the old one - should we take him back to the ship and sort this through?"
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