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[ That remark dims Qubit's smile somewhat. It is technically true that it's not the same Iceland, and... there's a strong possibility that superheroes could have stopped the Illness. Momentarily, it feels unfair. Why did his world get to survive so many existential threats when Reynir's didn't?

... But then again, there are always tradeoffs, aren't there. Trusting the fate of the world to superheroes is a big risk. His own world learned that the hard way. ]

Well, thank you. [ He taps his watch to put the hologram away, and checks the time while he's at it. ] Ah. I'd better get going. Carlisle's a stickler for punctuality, I'm afraid.

[ He pushes off from the lab table he's leaning against, does a final last-second tweak to his gun, and closes it up. ]

I'll tell you about the second incident some other time, if you like.

[braidmage]

Ah! Yes, I kept you too long, sorry.

[ That's Reynir for you - he'd forgotten all about why he was here in the first place and the pressing business that Qubit has, and had just been enjoying chatting away without a care in the world. But he takes the hint quickly and gets up as well, getting himself all ready to leave along with Qubit.

When he offers to tell him another story again in the future, Reynir replies, with complete honesty and earnestness: ]

I'd really like that.