Varian opened his eyes in the present. He read the experiences of the consciousness and it pushed him to the brink.
"Thoren, don't do it!"
His angry, helpless voice reverberated across God's Eye.
[V-Varian…what happened?]
(Calm down! Var, calm down!)
The slivers started panicking. Since he reached this strength, Varian never lost his cool.
He flew from one edge to another of the region, eyes wandering, hands clenching and loosening. His chest was heaving violently and his eyes were bloodshot.
He looked like he survived the worst nightmare.
"I shouldn't have…" He muttered in a daze as he flew around like a headless fly.
[Shouldn't have what?]
"I shouldn't have tried to change the past." Varian paused, his body freezing as if time itself had stopped.
Samsara was worried sick watching his condition. (Var, you did what you believed was best. I don't know what happened, but you didn't intend for any harm.)
