[Part of him wants to ask why it's a cat specifically and why you would shove a cat into a box with gas because that seems kind of cruel to the cat but he has a feeling that's not the point of the story. He lets Clover move to make herself comfortable and forces his brain to settle on one line of thought. Somehow this immediately lines up with the idea of a prophecy. If certain ideals are met, then the prophecy becomes true. If they aren't met, or they're met in their opposite, then all hell breaks loose.
("A single choice shall end his days, Olympus to preserve or raze.")]
In theory, that makes some sense. You can't know especially if you aren't entirely sure of what all of the conditions are. [A hand comes up to smooth some of her hair back in a placating kind of gesture, but he's very invested in this story suddenly.]
So on top of a maybe-dead maybe-alive girl, there was also some weird form of timetravel that essentially rewrote a bunch of history and solidify that June would be alive. [This is too much, and yet he sort of maybe gets it. (Okay no he looks confused, too.)] How does the story end, Clover?
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("A single choice shall end his days, Olympus to preserve or raze.")]
In theory, that makes some sense. You can't know especially if you aren't entirely sure of what all of the conditions are. [A hand comes up to smooth some of her hair back in a placating kind of gesture, but he's very invested in this story suddenly.]
So on top of a maybe-dead maybe-alive girl, there was also some weird form of timetravel that essentially rewrote a bunch of history and solidify that June would be alive. [This is too much, and yet he sort of maybe gets it. (Okay no he looks confused, too.)] How does the story end, Clover?