[She exclaims very calmly. Forget the quaver in her voice. She is, in fact, handling this all rather gamely, because by now that prickle of dread at the back of her neck has swam down her spine and disseminated through every nerve and vessel. Ever since this morning she's been fighting it off, finding excuses, peeling off theory after theory. There's so many incongruities and none of them slot together, there's no cohesive picture to paint save the one offered in that potent dream. At long last, Fukawa has to concede it: none of this is a lie.
And she'd been doing such a good job picking it apart.
Her hands come to her hair, yanking at the roots.]
Th-then...Then how? How? How are w-we supposed to — and does this mean...I don't...I d-don't...This is fucking insane! I can't! I gotta —
[Go? Go where? Even if she booked a ticket back to Towa City it won't be the smoking wreck she knows. Komaru won't even be born yet. She wouldn't be born yet. And outside of that, if his future doesn't align with her present and none of it coincides with this past, or Stede's past, or anyone else's for that matter, then even the timelines are separate. She couldn't do anything to change an outcome, she couldn't move forward into her own time, she'd need to skip across a reality, and how the hell would she do that anyway? She doesn't know the first thing about the heavy sciences! She hated that subject, the whole lot of it!
no subject
[She exclaims very calmly. Forget the quaver in her voice. She is, in fact, handling this all rather gamely, because by now that prickle of dread at the back of her neck has swam down her spine and disseminated through every nerve and vessel. Ever since this morning she's been fighting it off, finding excuses, peeling off theory after theory. There's so many incongruities and none of them slot together, there's no cohesive picture to paint save the one offered in that potent dream. At long last, Fukawa has to concede it: none of this is a lie.
And she'd been doing such a good job picking it apart.
Her hands come to her hair, yanking at the roots.]
Th-then...Then how? How? How are w-we supposed to — and does this mean...I don't...I d-don't...This is fucking insane! I can't! I gotta —
[Go? Go where? Even if she booked a ticket back to Towa City it won't be the smoking wreck she knows. Komaru won't even be born yet. She wouldn't be born yet. And outside of that, if his future doesn't align with her present and none of it coincides with this past, or Stede's past, or anyone else's for that matter, then even the timelines are separate. She couldn't do anything to change an outcome, she couldn't move forward into her own time, she'd need to skip across a reality, and how the hell would she do that anyway? She doesn't know the first thing about the heavy sciences! She hated that subject, the whole lot of it!
Useless, useless, useless!]
Get me out of these st-stupid skates!