Daisy raises a single hand in silent acknowledgement, not enough investment in the debate to turn it into a whole thing. Hard to fully imagine herself there with them, having that argument, without knowing every step of the way that led them there. Hard to even know for sure her opinion would stay the same.
(In the end, she wasn't ever meant to make it that far in the first place. She believes that wholeheartedly.)
"Mm. I can believe it. Or— I can believe either answer. The way things went. Magnus' and the Web's plans. It made you important. Made all your choices tangle you up in the fate of the world. Maybe if Jon had said no in the coma, Magnus would've just started over. But he'd've had a harder time, I think. Would've had to clean the board. He'd invested too much in the pieces he had."
Who was left, that would make for a good replacement Archivist? His only surviving backups were Martin, Melanie and Basira who all already distrusted his every word.
"So. Maybe that was the way it was always 'meant' to go." She snorts, lets her head sag against her own shoulder. "So far as anything's 'meant' to be anything. Dunno. Can't imagine my part in it ending any other way."
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Daisy raises a single hand in silent acknowledgement, not enough investment in the debate to turn it into a whole thing. Hard to fully imagine herself there with them, having that argument, without knowing every step of the way that led them there. Hard to even know for sure her opinion would stay the same.
(In the end, she wasn't ever meant to make it that far in the first place. She believes that wholeheartedly.)
"Mm. I can believe it. Or— I can believe either answer. The way things went. Magnus' and the Web's plans. It made you important. Made all your choices tangle you up in the fate of the world. Maybe if Jon had said no in the coma, Magnus would've just started over. But he'd've had a harder time, I think. Would've had to clean the board. He'd invested too much in the pieces he had."
Who was left, that would make for a good replacement Archivist? His only surviving backups were Martin, Melanie and Basira who all already distrusted his every word.
"So. Maybe that was the way it was always 'meant' to go." She snorts, lets her head sag against her own shoulder. "So far as anything's 'meant' to be anything. Dunno. Can't imagine my part in it ending any other way."
A breath. "This is home, now. For me too."