-Nods-
But it's not always that simple.
Sometimes, there are universes parallel to your own, where everything is different, but... but not. Different timelines in that same universe.
There are timelines where I never joined the army, and timelines where I was born a girl, and timelines where... where Zack lived, and I got shot instead.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Nods- Those timelines are doomed. Things... things didn't work out in them like they were supposed to, so everyone in them is going to die, and the world's just gonna wither away. Sometimes I'd try to step in and help them, but it never really worked the way it should've.
Except mine. Everything happened the way it was supposed to. Things were at a point where if we were careful, we wouldn't all die in twenty years.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

A-a small dose of painkiller...s-should help a bit. Maybe.
-And, done-
-Jojo should feel a dull sensation across the wounded area, and feel a tad bit relaxed as well-
Try not to shake the part too much, or the suture will open again.
-Wiping away all the excess blood-
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