"It's people like you I need, Aaden, people who can hold me and love me and yet tell me to go fuck myself when I need to be told."It's people like you I need, Aaden, people who can hold me and love me and yet tell me to go fuck myself when I need to be told." He chuckled. "But you never want to leave it all behind." "I guess there are times when I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't created Pendor." "And what's the answer?" "There isn't one. I see now that from the day I visited myself in my kitchen, there was no choice. From that day until the day before Decant, everything was set in motion." "What happened the day before Decant?" he asked, confused. "I took the box I had been given and gave it to myself." "You time travelled to the same point where it had started." "Yeah. Damned language isn't really equipped to describe the strange loops of time travel. See, once I'd closed the loop, I was free to go on. But that twenty-eight year period where I had Fawn I wasn't free. |