[She shakes her head, swinging that gleaming sheet of hair. This pain is not new to her. It's the renewed hope that is squeezing her heart too tightly. This place is so strange, and if it pulls in people from the far future, might it also pull people from further past...?]
It's not your fault. We can't know how things will happen. And we can't bring them back.
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It's not your fault. We can't know how things will happen. And we can't bring them back.