“Oh. You don’t… know him, really?” It’s oddly disappointing to hear. The weight of Finality makes his dance with his murderer feel so inevitable—but there are worlds without it.

“Sweet Clementine,” Roulette says, eyes on Boothill’s face and braced to dodge if he attacks. “Madam Jade’s protégée, top student at the business school on Penacony, dreaming of an internship in Business Consolidation. They have her neck deep in IPC propaganda, the leash that holds him to heel.” He would usually respect Garnet’s privacy too much to share this kind of information… but if this is an alternate Garnet, he already knows who Clementine is. And he didn’t say she was his daughter. He needs to know if this thread is the same.