Orb: 19th of Rebirth’s Height

[demonsintheoven]

[[Snow is looking... oddly sober, yet utterly unfocused. Her eyes seem to have dulled and she's not quite looking at the orb directly.]]

It wouldn't change anything, would it? If you could go back in time... something else would go wrong. You'd spend every moment fixing and correcting and in the end, you'd never have gone back in time to fix the thing you'd broken so you'd undo it all.

[[No slurring, no real trailing off, no signs of an open bottle... totally sober. Weird.]]

Comments

[demonsintheoven]

Lots of things. Dark Chyld. My Flower. Everything that went wrong...

[shorterinperson]

And if you fixed it, where would you be now?

[demonsintheoven]

I don't know. As long as my Flower would be alive, and Dark Chyld still my little wolf...

[[trails off]] But it won't ever be. Nothing will remove his darkness, nothing will return her... unraveling the world wouldn't help them at all.

[shorterinperson]

Perhaps unraveling the world wouldn't undo what has already happened, but that doesn't mean it's hopeless.

[demonsintheoven]

Unraveling the world would undo everything.

[shorterinperson]

Which I bet is more than you'd like to undo.

[demonsintheoven]

I'd only want to undo my own messes. But you can't undo just one mistake. Everything falls apart then.

[shorterinperson]

Destiny is a tricky thing, I think.

[demonsintheoven]

Destiny has nothing to do with it. When you're a fool idiot, you're a fool idiot. You can't fix that.

[shorterinperson]

I can't argue with that.

[demonsintheoven]

It just doesn't help when that fool idiot is you...