[ He frowns. The emotionshare here is conflicted, torn, like just the process of going down this rabbit hole of thinking tears open scabbed wounds, barely-held together stitches.
If he were to go back, how far could he go? Could he return to before whenever the Baron killed both himself and his wife, try desperately to stop it? But then he might be considered a deserter of the war, which comes with its own slew of problems. If he was just returned to the beginning of Prehevil, he would just have to relive those three days again. If he was returned right between those two events, he... he can't say with certainty that he wouldn't go back regardless. ]
I don't know, I still have to... figure that out too.
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[ He shakes his head. ]
No. Sending me back in time is...
[ He frowns. The emotionshare here is conflicted, torn, like just the process of going down this rabbit hole of thinking tears open scabbed wounds, barely-held together stitches.
If he were to go back, how far could he go? Could he return to before whenever the Baron killed both himself and his wife, try desperately to stop it? But then he might be considered a deserter of the war, which comes with its own slew of problems. If he was just returned to the beginning of Prehevil, he would just have to relive those three days again. If he was returned right between those two events, he... he can't say with certainty that he wouldn't go back regardless. ]
I don't know, I still have to... figure that out too.