None of this is interrupted, the tangle of hopes and fears and terrible self-recrimination washing over her like a tide, and duck-like, she bobbles to the surface and allows it to pass. She could feel it just as intensely, make it her life, live every moment as if it had BEEN her life.
But it wasn't, and she couldn't change the past. Even people arriving out of time didn't change the past, it only altered the future they found themselves in.
You forgive humanity for the things they've done to us. Even the world I know, we suffer abuses sometimes. It's how it is. But you forgive them, through terrible events and wonderful, through death and life and suffering and misery and hope and joy.
She taps on the glass with one long finger.
So why aren't you forgiving yourself the way you forgive them? Are they incapable of making choices, and you the only one who can?
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But it wasn't, and she couldn't change the past. Even people arriving out of time didn't change the past, it only altered the future they found themselves in.
You forgive humanity for the things they've done to us. Even the world I know, we suffer abuses sometimes. It's how it is. But you forgive them, through terrible events and wonderful, through death and life and suffering and misery and hope and joy.
She taps on the glass with one long finger.
So why aren't you forgiving yourself the way you forgive them? Are they incapable of making choices, and you the only one who can?