“Yeah, I think so,” Stephen concedes, his face ruminative, examining it from both angles.
“You and your sister Sarah did have some shared history and shared experiences, though, right, until you branched? Like…” He gestures with his fingers, trying to illustrate a timeline being pinched off and splitting into two diverging paths. If he still had the right magic, he could depict the diagram in glowing fiery lines, but he can’t, so:
“Tributaries in a river of time. This is more like I was the Thedas person in the equation, and Christine was the one coming in blank, with no memories and shared experience of me, this version of me, specifically. She and— I? Stephen? The other Stephen. They didn’t date, in their world.”
Does any of this make any sense anymore? Hazy as he is, it makes perfect sense. Kind of.
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“You and your sister Sarah did have some shared history and shared experiences, though, right, until you branched? Like…” He gestures with his fingers, trying to illustrate a timeline being pinched off and splitting into two diverging paths. If he still had the right magic, he could depict the diagram in glowing fiery lines, but he can’t, so:
“Tributaries in a river of time. This is more like I was the Thedas person in the equation, and Christine was the one coming in blank, with no memories and shared experience of me, this version of me, specifically. She and— I? Stephen? The other Stephen. They didn’t date, in their world.”
Does any of this make any sense anymore? Hazy as he is, it makes perfect sense. Kind of.