It was her.
An older version of herself.
"…You're me," Cynthia whispered, her mind already in chaos, because of what she had witnessed previously.
The Older Cynthia gave a soft nod, her expression unreadable. "Yes. I'm the one who called you here using my remaining life for you to witness the real future instead of a prophecy."
"Wouldn't that go against our rule, you would have to suffer unimaginable pain for even to show someone a second of future?" Cynthia said as if it wasn't future her, but another person who she was talking to.
"What good rules and pain would do when our whole kind is on the line?"
The older Cynthia said, even though there was just a small difference of years between them. The older Cynthia seemed way to mature.
As if she had witnessed the horrors again and again.
Cynthia didn't say anything for a moment, just stared. The silence between them felt too loud.
Then the older Cynthia stepped closer.
