Thinking on that for a moment, Waver leaned his head back and pressed a hand to his eyes like that would force the sight out of his head somehow. It wouldn't, of course; he expected that wouldn't be leaving his head for a long while.

"...it isn't fair. I'm not so arrogant as to think myself a universal constant--I know things couldn't possibly unfold the same in every branching timeline. But to know that and see it for oneself are two different things, aren't they?"