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[naloxone]

[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.

one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.

she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]

—but where are the stars?

Comments

[callada]

Well, if what Jim encountered holds for everywhere, then I guess it means every change has consequences. If the orbs let me make the change I want to make, then it's like a fork in a road. One version of my world still happens with a future that Yamato told me about. Another version, the version I create, has a different future.

It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing. There's still a point if it means I can make a better life for people in a future that wouldn't exist otherwise.

I think. I hope, anyway.

[naloxone]

That makes sense... Something is better than nothing, even if a nothing still exists somewhere.

[ if she can save harlan in another timeline... even if she herself may never witness the results of it... ]

It's worth it. It has to be.