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    “I could probably triangulate an entry point,” Entrapta says, “but whoever goes in there...well, it’s the underworld. There’s no way of knowing what’s down there, and it’s not a place for mortals. Anyone who makes that journey probably won’t come back.”

    Catra’s on her feet now, facing the room. Bow and Glimmer shoot her concerned looks; Catra ignores them. It’s a shot in the dark, but Catra would take it blindfolded even in the light of day. She’s crossed dimensions, defied boundaries, torn a hole in the fabric of reality. She’s broken the world to destroy Adora; she can break it again to save her.

    “Find the entrance,” she says to Entrapta, her voice brittle but steady. “I’ll go.”

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    28 Feb 2026

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    “Death is like time is like love. You can’t fight it. All you can do is brace yourself for the fall.”

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    “I figured it out about a month before graduation.”

    When Oikawa explains this, they are sitting together in a boat in the middle of Lake Pichola, India, hiding at the end of the fourteenth century with no one to bother them. Hajime sifts his hand through the water to cool his face while Oikawa pauses to collect himself, sights fixed on the royal blue of an emerging night sky. He holds two fingers up to the yellowed moon, pinches it into forced perspective, and palms it completely to force the light out of his eye. At the view, he smiles like he’s defeated all the knowing gods, the fates and their fickle futures, and humbles himself from the stratosphere.

    “You know the story, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa tells him, back on earth. “Boy jumps to Miyagi in attempt to run away. It is raining, when he meets another, and they are both five years old. Neither of them can decide if he is from years past, or years to come. Hell, he could be a monster, for all they know.”

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    03 Sep 2024

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    “Love is a living, breathing thing; it makes the tired hitches in his back, the cracks in reaching palms; they are the winds that sweep Hajime from one world into the next, knocking him on the knees and telling him to get the hell back up again.”