"I-- don't want to go 'round about it again," Martin mutters.

There were perfectly legitimate reasons why they'd chosen what they had. Because the lives of all those people were worth trying to save. Because there was no guarantee that any other world would have an apocalypse. Because even in their own world, the amount of people who ever experienced the Fears was small enough that you had to be in special circumstances to have heard of them at all.

"The most important part was that we agreed. Jon was the only one not on the same page, and---- and it backfired, for him to go against the group. But it's done now, and--- according to Mortanne, it was all meant to happen. To bring us back here, stronger, so that we could help. This is our home now, for good, and we agreed to go back, end that story, and then come home."

Unable to look at Daisy for the moment, Martin glares into his teacup. "...I wondered if us just... dying early would have saved anyone. Mortanne told me no. That the Web, and Elias--- Magnus. Would just try again. Or the universe would just pause eternally in our absence. Hard to believe we were that vital."