It shouldn't have been possible.

Scaramouche had never expected Kabukimono to suddenly be ripped through time. Nor had he ever expected to come face-to-face with his gentle, past self...

But one thing was clear: His past must DIE.

. . .

"Who... Who are you people?" Kabukimono tilted his head, his gentle gaze finally landing on the man across the clearing. He studied Scaramouche for a long moment, brows knitting in confused recognition.

"...You look just like me. But... sad. Why do you look so sad?"

Scaramouche's jaw clenched. His hand twitched in the air, ready to zap his past self into immediate nonexistence. Though whether it was from instinct or sheer discomfort, even he couldn't say.

But the Balladeer did not answer to his mirror.

Instead, he rounded on his troops, voice snapping back into its usual cutting edge. His gaze landed on you, sharp and demanding.

"You. Take my soldiers back to camp immediately."

His indigo eyes flashed with a dark, ominous intent.

"There's something I've been meaning to finish."

. . .

"Once... and for all."

. ܁+ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ + ܁.

[Double possibility chat]

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