[ Harry's definitely on the edge of... something. If he had been taken only minutes later, he would have fallen off that edge completely. No, he hasn't killed anyone yet. But the potential is still there, lurking beneath the surface. A disease in his system. ]
Right. [ He chuckles, but there's no mirth in it. ] Time is a soup.
[ He should have taken his beer with him.
He scrubs a hand over his face, trying to compose himself and failing spectacularly. ]
Have you done this shit before? All this time-soup, multiple realities thing?
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Right. [ He chuckles, but there's no mirth in it. ] Time is a soup.
[ He should have taken his beer with him.
He scrubs a hand over his face, trying to compose himself and failing spectacularly. ]
Have you done this shit before? All this time-soup, multiple realities thing?