He had planted that cause and borne the sin upon his shoulders.
As Lynn left that stretch of history, the Sprout within the ruined body behind him seemed to whisper softly. It was as though those turbulent grievances and pains could find a little comfort and peace only in his presence, as though even in their final moment, when they died in battle, they still believed in the Big Brother in their hearts.
He bit his lip, wanting to say something, but in the end, he resolutely departed.
History was pulled back onto its proper course once more.
For countless years later, the soul spirit born within that ruined body would ultimately leave a vivid mark on his journey through fate. Perhaps this was the cycle of cause and effect: once, you had killed all his elders, and countless years later, he would trigger the upheaval in Dark Night City, letting you experience that same pain of loss.
And perhaps...
This was destiny.
Leaving that bygone time behind, Lynn returned to the River of Time outside it. The Time Divine Spark in his hand kept warning him again: in the more distant past, in the more distant future, the incursions of the Time War were sweeping in once more, rumbling as though they would never end.
But this time, Lynn ignored them.
Because he knew that if you did not fight to take that step forward, this war would keep you trapped forever in the mire of time, unable to advance an inch.
And if you wanted to break this deadlock...
You could only move against the tide and find the outcome you wanted within that fixed future.
He followed the River of Time toward the future.
The Blackfire he had anchored outside those future years answered his summons