[Following that logic, Oscar was able to see the threads of a Truth that he had been denying-- and that, in his heart, there existed a catbox all his own.

Perhaps he really was a Wizard in a manner that was closer to Ange's definition than either of them realized. Oscar found that this wasn't a fact that made him proud or even comfortable...]

I think I have an idea, [Oscar said quietly, pointedly not watching the Witch or her uncanny joy while he mulled over this.] A world that we don't know the future of, and one that you don't know.

...But, that's part of life. We all have histories shared with some people, but not with others. Worlds where no one but us knows it's fate. It's not always kind, but it's part of what makes us who we are.