Lynn's eyes trembled violently, his pupils narrowing as the light in them flickered.
She raised her head and said:
"Of course, there's no point talking about this now."
"Because you haven't transcended time yet, you can still feel the effects of defeat in the time war. But have you ever thought about what would happen to you if someone killed a person you loved in the past?"
"It's simple. You would still be Lynn, but in your reshaped life, he would never have played a part. You would never remember him or know him. And the saddest thing is, you wouldn't even know what you had lost. You would feel no-abnormality at all."
Lynn clenched his fists.
Dreamweaver's gaze rippled as she said:
"But the moment you transcend time, everything will change."
Perhaps even the most ordinary incursion into the distant past would set off a series of butterfly effects, turning your experiences into a complete mess.
But you would no longer forget when the timeline corrected itself.
You might clearly remember someone important, only for him to suddenly vanish from your history. You might clearly remember doing something, yet find no trace of it when you examined the past.
Your past would become hopelessly tangled under the influence of the time war, forcing you to return to the past again and again to maintain your existence.
"That is the 'future you' you spoke of."
"That is why you return to the past again and again, correcting and preserving history, because the original history has already been shattered by the time war."
A breeze drifted in through the window.
The room was so silent that a falling pin would have been audible.
At last.
Lynn slowly raised his head, revealing his bloodshot eyes.
"So that means..."
"Everything I'm experiencing now