Hells no. [ She snorted. She wasn't really thinking about Kagan in particular, now. Just... everything else. The past few weeks in Grumall had been a mucking disaster piled on a mountain of reeking horseshit. Glen took another long drag, relaxing into it in an effort to keep the memories at bay. ] I don't know. What was I even saying? Something philosophical and ultimately useless. Kind of makes you wonder about the Initiative though, doesn't it? They can go back in time, right? Fix things. Makes you wonder where you stop. Do you go back and fix stuff to make it so it's just okay or do you risk it all and make it so it's changed completely, so that you've changed completely in the end? Where do you stop with that, you know? It's scary.

[ One more smooth lungful and she handing the joint back. Despite the rather somber subject matter, she felt better. Not upset as much anymore over stuff that happened in the past that she couldn't and wouldn't fix anyway, even if she could go back through time like the Initiative could. Sorry dad, you still die. Sorry Grumall, I'm never coming back again. Sorry Kagan, for leaving out of nowhere.

She'd found a new life and it turned out it had been pretty amazing, all in all. ]

It's not always for the better, but it's nice when it is. No second thoughts that way. [ One final thought. One loaded, complicated smile up at the sky. ]