"Well, random chance might cause any number of ripples, no? To say nothing of the history that has built up from the accumulation of people's choices." So many places in history in which someone might have chosen differently and so created a different path...

But what-ifs are what-ifs. Ever striving to carry the virtues of their people that are worth carrying, Eula sees little point in dwelling on them outside of the safety of the stage. Leave such unclosed loops to the bards who do not have to live them.

Without so much as a glance at the mirror still behind them (armor and helm and Bradamente), Eula turns an eye instead to what might be gleaned from the reflections of the woman before them. Finding nothing, they say, "And what might I call you, then, oh lady of the mask?"