InsaneJournal

Current mood:

worried

14 September 1942

Eudokia doesn't see me. Just a hole where her captain was sometimes.

It's important to have all the parts (I wish I had all my parts, and that it was as simple as going back to a place and time when I did) and it's important to make Fife happy. But sometimes I don't like going to places where things that we need are easy to find.

Places and times, times and places, either you know where we are or you know where we're going. Either way you can't see what we are, just the trail we left. If I take something from someplace that isn't and hold it every day in my hands, doesn't it make that place real?

He says it's okay. It isn't stealing to take things from people who won't ever exist. As if that was what bothered me. But sometimes naming something makes it real. Sometimes. If naming things can make them real then how much realer is a thing you touched?

Times are weird like that. It's time, a wave; or particles, times, here, then, now, when, where. Or little strings that he can unravel and weave. Some times are weirder than others. Is any time as weird as us? Valeria never knew him. Maybe I don't either. There's one of him with us and another in Roma, and we met him again in the future, except he was older (of course). He was with stupid Alessio and that doctor (who isn't as smart as my brother). Valeria had gone mad, and they blamed themselves, and I told them it wasn't her fault, she was never as smart as me. I said Ficino should have known that she'd turn out like that, and they told me that Joachim did it. I didn't believe them. Joachim fixes things.