[It hurts, the way she looks at him like that. The hand that's not touching hers moves upward to feel at his chest again, because fuck everything, he still feels that sword in him like it left something there--the outline of its blade cast indelibly in the molecules of his body. He pulls into himself, holding her hand against his arm as an anchor.]
I told you how I came back from a doomed offshoot of Dave's timeline to make sure my friends wouldn't die.
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I told you how I came back from a doomed offshoot of Dave's timeline to make sure my friends wouldn't die.