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Sable knows that she needs to get back into the mix, and try to figure out
how to get Waldemar to marry her. It’s time to fix what he’s broken, and the
only way to do that apparently is to act like a friend. She’s just still in
a funk, though, due to what happened last year. She has been free from her
time loop for months, but it’s still a part of her. She spent entirely too
long willingly reliving the same day over and over again. The truth is that
she was tired of it long before she put an end to it, but it became part of
her routine. It gave her a sick sense of comfort, always knowing exactly
what was going to happen, even though it was bad. But she eventually ended
it anyway. It was time.
“Thank you for confiding in me,” Silveon says after refilling her tea.
“Well, you were honest about your time travel adventures, I figured it was
only right that I do the same,” Sable responds.
“What of the woman—the one who can see across timelines—is she still dead?”
“She’s alive,” Sable explains. “Had I broken the loop after killing her,
that would have been it, but I kept going, so she’s fine.”
“Are you sure that she’s fine? Have you talked to her since? She might be
traumatized by the experience,” Silveon explains, in the same voice that he
uses to condescend to Waldemar. Is that what he thinks? Does he think she’s
a psychopath too?
“I saw her a few times in the loops, and a few times since I ended it.
During the loops, she remembered that I was going to kill her, but she
didn’t remember the death itself. Now she doesn’t even remember most of the
loops, and definitely not her death. She only remembers the last one. We
have not talked about it, though.”
“Do you think what you did was okay?” he presses. “Do you feel good about
it?
“Look, I know you have your moral high ground, and I respect that, but I was
going through something while my mother was dying, and acting out. I knew
that the timeline woman would survive. You think I tested it on an innocent
person first? I was angry and grieving. And don’t start talking about your
own parents, and how you never did anything like this. You and I wired
differently. I’m wired to push boundaries, and experiment. You are solely
focused on the mission. Which I think means we complement each other. Don’t
you forget that I helped you. I took you to Verdemus, and let you be present
at Audrey Husk’s memorial. So I don’t need your judg—”
“I’m not trying to judge you, Sable, but I do want you to try to learn from
your mistakes. I have. I have flaws. I try to look for them, and fix them.
You seem to treat life as the warm-up to something else. Even before you
could rewind time, you always acted like there weren’t any consequences. Do
you regret anything? Anything at all?”
“Of course I have regrets. But I don’t like to dwell on them, because you
have to move forward, you know? What I was trying to get to, before we got
off on this tangent, is that I’m going to marry him. You two have grown
apart. We need someone back in his good graces. I was going to do this on my
own, but since I’m the one who asked to be your partner, I figured I would
bring you in first. Do you object to this move?”
“Not inherently, no. You’re a lot older than you were before. But again,
you’re acting like if you want something to happen, it’s just going to
happen. Have you asked him? Have you two discussed it? Have you considered
the possibility that he’ll say no?”
“Not really. Have you seen my boobs?” Sable pulls her shirt down a
bit.
“No, thank you, though I see where you’re coming from. But it’s no
guarantee.”
“Well, what would you propose instead?” Sable asks.
“I think you should start over with him, forming essentially a new
relationship.”
