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"I was sincere when I told you we should find a way to ease your burden. I won’t have you martyr yourself on a cross for our sake." "Who else will?" Ryan asked back. "Someone has to do it. Millions of lives are at stake."
"I conquered Monaco, won a town at a poker competition, and got an alien to autograph my Necronomicon." "Nice. In his case, Mr. Wave traveled to Tibet and explored the great mysteries of the cosmos. Did Mr. Wave create the world when he was born, or was the world made for Mr. Wave? Is it possible that the only gravity is the one produced by Mr. Wave’s charisma?"
Livia took a deep breath before continuing. "It’s… it’s hard, Ryan. Children don’t often see their parents’ dark side. Or rather, we don’t want to see them, until we have no choice. It took me time to understand what my father was. Narcinia and Fortuna… they needed to see it too. For us to achieve a perfect ending."
"And who do you lead, clones of yourself?" Ryan asked with a snort, rushing towards the biomechanical brain’s tank. "You’ve never led anyone in your life! You offered no guidance, raised no nation, inspired no follower!
"Bianca?" Sarin bristled at her true name being spoken, as if she had forgotten it. "Being vulnerable is... never easy," Ryan said, trying to find the right words. "Especially not with others. After building strong and thick walls around ourselves, it’s difficult to tear them down." Sarin snickered. "Easy for you to say, Mr. Time-Traveler." "It’s not as perfect a crutch as it seems."
“My role is to maintain the march of time, and the boundaries of space for trillions of universes.”
"I already contacted the French, and they have shown interest in joining us," the seer explained. By which she meant that they would inevitably join the new union, though they would grumble about it first. The French always complained, no matter the timeline.
“I would have been happy if I could at least have one friend who could remember me. I spent centuries on a comedy roadshow, trying to fill the void with entertainment. Trying to stave off the loneliness. And now…”
Ryan suddenly felt a surge of divine inspiration course through his mind. "If it's a boy, how about we call him Eugèn—" "We are not calling our hypothetical future son after your spoiled cat, Ryan Romano!"
