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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 8:35 pm
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"I want her back," said Ezra. "Or at least to let me explain..." He fell silent, leaning on his elbows, drawing a discordant clanging of notes from the piano. "I wouldn't ever put her in danger. Not without, without telling her why, and why I thought it was necessary..." He shook his head, pushed his hair out of his face. "I don't want to take leave, I want the last eight months of my life back, and I want..."
Ezra was quiet for a long, long minute.
"I don't want those people to get hurt or die, I just want my mothers back."
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 12:03 pm
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Liam hesitated. He realized he'd gone too far and he dismayed to have hurt Ezra. It had not been deliberate. "I understand," he said gently, and stared off into the middle distance, deep in thought.
"There may be another way," he said. "I am only guessing here. Renard has been... altered. He is no longer the original version native to this universe, nor is he entirely the replacement - he is something between the two. Perhaps it is because he is somehow the linchpin that holds both universes together, the axis mundi, of a sort - but perhaps the same can be done with others. A merging of the disparate halves."
"This world will be reshaped once more before the year's end," he said firmly. "My otherself was sure of the necessity for such a thing to happen and wrote about it in great detail while he inhabited my life. We are likely not powerless in that reshaping. You may be able to bring back... not your mothers as they were, but a part of them. Their experiences. Their kindness. Their love for you."
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