He finally turned away from the distant carnage, his attention refocusing on the meeting ahead with the smooth transition of someone changing television channels. "Besides," he added more quietly, "there are rules even I must follow when it comes to some things. Boundaries of intervention established when the first Existence laws were written. Break them, and the consequences ripple across all realities." Collective Fates.
Ava, still completely oblivious to the conversation's true nature, checked her watch impatiently. "Are we going inside, or should I tell them we're rescheduling to accommodate your existential staring contest with the skyline?"
