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Baz:
It was inevitable I suppose. Although I rather thought it would have been me. Even I’m not sure whether I mean the killing or the dying. I sometimes wonder whether Snow would still be alive if the Mage were dead. Penny’s mom calls that the “if” game. And here I was thinking games were supposed to be fun. That doesn’t stop me from playing, however. “If Simon had lived would I be dead?” “If the Mage had been stopped sooner would Simon be here?” “If Simon had lived would his magic ignite and spark and blaze until everyone was just as all consumed as he was?” “Would Snow have lit me, burned me?” “Would Snow really be my friend?” We had less than a day as official friends. We had 8 years of enemies and plots and anger and horribly one-sided hatred. Awfully torturous unrequited love. The sickening part of that sentence is that “love” was used in the past tense. It was not “loved” gone and done and over. It is “love” past and consuming and still torturously unrequited, sickenly present, and never to be seen or heard or felt in present tense again.