eastbound | ( audio ) | un: stormborn

( audio ) | un: stormborn

If we manage to correct time or rather, free ourselves from the loop, will there be any side effects left? Or even what can we expect? Different memories?

I must confess I am lost on time travel. I met someone from my time who has memories of events I do not. These differences in time can exist stably in the universe, but this time loop does not.

I know others are more familiar. Is there any reason to think your experiences will be similar to what will happen to us?

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... Kind of hard to say?

[She and Five have been theorizing about it.]

I'm by no means an expert in any of this but time travel isn't really a simple thing? I could be that we all just get jolted back to the current timeline or it could be that we have to live through the last five years to catch up with everything else.

[Or ... it could just collapse in on itself and they all could die.]

If we live through those five years, is it too strange a question to ask if there are other versions of ourselves?

[It's their last theory that worries.]

Be honest, is there a chance of death?

I mean, probably. Since we came back into the past, our past selves are technically still on their way here, so as we reach the point where the timelines sync up, maybe?

[She is really the wrong person to ask, Five is the expert. At the second question, she winces.]

The chance ... is not zero?

I imagine there are some in the group who would be glad to see another version of themselves. It is strange though. So much magic must be needed to power this loop, as if it's a top constantly spinning.

[That honesty is better, easier than a lie, in all truth.]

This is not a world I want to die in.

I'm don't want to die here either.

[She has a daughter to get home to and a world to save.]

And I'm not planning on rolling over and dying either. If there's a way out of this, we'll find it.

What exactly can we do to reduce those chances?

Protective magic?

I don't know a lot about magic.

[That's a question for Hermione or Emilia, not her.]

But the Merchant mentioned something about there being other places that could be accessible due to this spell - maybe there's a chance to escape there until it's safe to find our way back.

I don't understand a single bit of it. Things do not always turn out as we wish, but it might be that that's all to the good. If I went back five years, six, seven, what else would be different other than the things I wanted to change?

[If he saves his father, saves Robb, if there is any way that he can, does he ever meet her? Even knowing that it could stop him from meeting her, wouldn't his duty lie in making that choice -- to put his father's life and his brother's ahead of his own happiness? It is only a matter of which grief he will suffer.]

There is always a naive wish to change the past, but I fear looking back will only mean we are lost.

Are you calling me naive?

[From across the room, he looks at her with a sneaky half-smile.]

[She considered admitting that she meant herself, but he's being playful. After the other day, she'd rather be playful.]

It seems a fair term, Jon Snow.

I am not green, I am a grown man. Battle-hardened.

[He is, but he's also teasing her. He comes up behind her and puts his hands on her shoulders.]

Yet still so innocent to many things.

[She turns her head to look back at him, a soft look dancing across her features.]

I'm not so innocent.

Not like you, with your big eyes and your silver hair.

Am I only a girl in your eyes?

I have some experience with the world.

[He brings his hands down from her shoulders to the front and pulls her a little closer: an affectionate hug. Not hard to extricate herself from, if she wishes.]

More than one world. No, not only a girl. A woman grown.

Only a fool would judge you by your big eyes and silver hair.

-- We leave this village one way or another, soon.

[It is a bit difficult to be optimistic when facing, what seems, a dangerous situation. Death is an old friend by now, yet she is not ready to greet it again, no matter the size of the possibility.

She frowns, leaning close to him.]

One way or another? It is the other I worry about.

I meant only by the beacon or by the road.

[A pause, and he adds,]

Though if it is by the beacon, it may seem to be some time before we meet again.

If the Beacon truly works. It seems to continually refuse to last for long.

My people are waiting for me.

[He nods, but his arms are still around her shoulders, and he pulls her closer.]

And mine.

If it's anything like it was for me, they won't notice that you were gone. And you will not remember any of this.

[Not this world, not their deeds, not him.]

It's difficult to say with certainty. It's probably unfair to put it this way, but... I don't think it will hurt?

The fact is that at present the citizens of Yancai are being kept in a time loop, having their memories erased, having their dead loved ones kept in stasis - all because this is what the ladies of the lake thought was needed to protect themselves from Anui.

We must try to do something. I couldn't just sit and wait for time to repeat itself - in fact, I'm not sure their spell will be sustainable for long.

[She has to smile. "It won't hurt." That is oddly reassuring. Leave Hermione to find the right sentiment.]

No, I agree that they must be helped no matter the risks. Yet I worry what the consequences might be.

No matter the good actions, magic always seems to have a cost. Or perhaps there will be none? It continually surprises me.

At the moment, the cost seems to be what they've already been paying for. With the rituals that the ladies of the lake used to create this pocket of time, with the way it warped people's lives and future and their memories...

[ There is a small pause, and then she adds: ] Not all magic comes with cost, although I have noticed that the one native to this world does. Maybe it's luck that there are so many magic-users who are not from Akhurras among us?

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