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It was the end of all things, and Jon could feel it in his very bones.
His plan had worked, and some might say that he had won in some sense because of it, but this didn’t feel like winning. Not when the world was coming to an end. Not when all the people he had ever cared about were gone now, never to return.
But there wasn’t another way. He wouldn’t accept the only other solution that had presented itself, couldn’t bring himself to live with dooming any number of alternate realities in the same way he had doomed his own.
The only way to get out of killing off the world would be to somehow go back in time and prevent the apocalypse from happening before it even started, but that was impossible... wasn’t it?
Jon thought about it, thought with all the brainpower he had to spare, with what wasn’t being taken up by observing the millions still being tortured worldwide, though that number was being depleted slowly but surely every moment.
He couldn’t bring himself bodily back in time. For one thing, Jon was pretty sure moving things through time like that wasn’t possible, even for one as powerful as he was now. For another thing, given that same power, Jon had a feeling that if he did manage to go back in time before the apocalypse began, his appearance would only lead to further problems down the line.
But maybe he didn’t have to move himself physically. Maybe he could just send back memories of what had happened, information that could save people from the very fate he was experiencing now.
After all, he was the Archive, wasn’t he? A servant of a god of pure information? Surely he could move that information around through such petty details as space and time, especially now, when he was closer to the ruler of this forsaken realm than a mere ordinary avatar.
The most straightforward solution would be trying to give that information to his own past self, but... truth be told, Jon didn’t trust himself with that responsibility. Being the one in charge of the very fate of the world had been what ended them all up here, after all. There had to be a better solution.
There had to be someone else he could give these memories of a horrific future to that would understand their implications and handle them well enough to prevent that same future.
Someone with a connection to the Eye, probably, to make it easier for that information to be sent along using it as a conduit.
Someone who was levelheaded, logical but not unfeeling, someone lacking the emotional hang-ups that had led to so many issues for Jon over the years.
Someone he still trusted, despite everything, to do right by the world.
Jon closed his multitude of eyes, focused his attention, and made what he hoped would be his final choice.
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Years earlier, Sasha James opened her eyes and was instantly overwhelmed by all that filled them, all that she could suddenly See from a future she hadn’t lived to see the first time around.