[He wonders if Obi-Wan knows each Sleeper is a living hypothetical, a divergence from their original timeline. That they have no choice but to leave things up to their counterpart back in their old world. Because even if it's their time to go, they'll simply slip back into the water, into the primordial forces of the Pthumerian Ocean, and on to another existence nobody can fully comprehend yet.
But then Vyng recalls his mother. Kind eyes, wavy hair, soft fur. He sits with the lingering pain his father's cruel actions left in their wake. Remembers the embodiment of his own self-loathing looming over him at the Summoning Stones. And he realizes...it doesn't matter.
Everyone is formed by the components of their experiences. Those components don't lose significance just because they're in a new world.]
Maybe he is. Sounds like you've got the scars to prove it.
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But then Vyng recalls his mother. Kind eyes, wavy hair, soft fur. He sits with the lingering pain his father's cruel actions left in their wake. Remembers the embodiment of his own self-loathing looming over him at the Summoning Stones. And he realizes...it doesn't matter.
Everyone is formed by the components of their experiences. Those components don't lose significance just because they're in a new world.]
Maybe he is. Sounds like you've got the scars to prove it.