Nor can it be done. Not even using Time. Not even unmaking it.
Here. [He half sits up in a crouching position and traces the scar on Thatch's face.]
Everything moves in circles. If the loop doesn't close... [He snaps his fingers.] Something big breaks down in the chain. Got it?
[He traces the scar and makes a circle.] If we could go into the past and redo things so as to be different then we wouldn't know to have to go into the past to redo them and -- [Mimes with his hands, breaking a stick.] You break the circle.
[He lays back down and hugs Thatch's head, then pets him softly.] You didn't say that you have no regrets. What's up?
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Nor can it be done. Not even using Time. Not even unmaking it.
Here. [He half sits up in a crouching position and traces the scar on Thatch's face.]
Everything moves in circles. If the loop doesn't close... [He snaps his fingers.] Something big breaks down in the chain. Got it?
[He traces the scar and makes a circle.] If we could go into the past and redo things so as to be different then we wouldn't know to have to go into the past to redo them and -- [Mimes with his hands, breaking a stick.] You break the circle.
[He lays back down and hugs Thatch's head, then pets him softly.] You didn't say that you have no regrets. What's up?