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[outer_npcs]

[It's a little after midnight on Tuesday night when a voice - familiar to some, though not heard since the timelines had splintered - whispers across the network, sounding immeasurably sad.]

Eyes shut, eyes open.

He sees you.

Comments

[outer_npcs]

Future?

[The old woman sounds puzzled. To one such as her, there's little difference between the future, the present, and the past.]

He loathes Salvation. Too much lost. We should all lose with him.

[Whether she means Roland or some other, nebulous "he" is open to interpretation.]

[kazeninaru]

[Haruka can only assume at this point that she means the same he she does. If that turns out to be wrong, well... oh well.]

That might explain why he is connected with the end of things, somehow. And why he looked so angry for that brief moment, at me.

[outer_npcs]

We are all bound to the end. Ended. Echoes of the lost.

[kazeninaru]

[This is tricky. Haruka may be well aware that everyone is bound to the end, but she wants to know about that persn, in particular.]

Ah. I meant. The end of time. When the guardian of time had... died. Do you remember what you said to me then?

[outer_npcs]

A metaphor. The end has come and gone.

[kazeninaru]

Hai, yes, I know it's a metaphor, but...

[Haruka has never been all that patient, and she kind of hurts right now. So she huffs and gives up. For now.]

Never mind. You are all right. And I'm not in that city anymore, right now. We are on our way home.