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She unlocks the door to her room and slips inside, pushing the door gently shut with her foot.

Ruin is asleep in her (their) bed. She sits down on the edge next to him and watches him sleep, hands (shaking) resting on her lap.

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It doesn't take him long to rouse from his light sleep.

His eyes flutter open and he looks up at her. His smile blooming smile becomes a frown when he sees her expression.

"What's up, Legs?" he asks with a sleep-thick voice.

"Nothing, I--"

She swallows hard, then tries again.

"Did...has anybody said anything to you about running into you from a different time?"

"It's possible here," he says, sitting up. "Why?"

"I heard from some people that there was a me here from the future not too long ago," she begins.

"And tonight...tonight I ran into you."

He raises an eyebrow.

"I do hope I behaved myself."

She shakes her head.

"No, no. You were fine, you were...you weren't alone."

She meets his eyes.

"You had our daughter with you."

Ruin goes very still.

"I don't want kids, Mary Anne."

I would ruin them I would destroy them they would destroy me no one should have to call me mother but she did and she loved me she loves me that little girl I didn't ruin somehow somewhen I am alright enough to bring that into the world it will be alright I know it will be alright

take what you want and pay for it, says God

"Neither did I."

"I don't want children," he says more forcefully.

(blood everywhere loud squalling while she bled little boy in her arms as she bled and bled and her blood on his hands on their bed)

"I will never have children again. Maybe it was just one of those maybe paths."

(grubby little girl with no name shoved at him given to him loved him needed him grew up calling him Ruin not Papa his eyes his blood his power ruined her as he ruined them all)

"You don't want them. I don't want them. We won't have them."

There is pain in his eyes that he tries to make look like anger.

Tries.

She cradles his face between her palms.

"Look at me," she says.

"Whatever happens, it's four hundred years down the line. A lot can change in that much time; look at us, huh?"

She offers up a wobbly smile. "Hasn't even been a year and look at us. But I promise you--I promise you--the one thing that's not changing is me going anywhere. And if...if you don't..."

She can't say it. She wants to say it, wants to say it so desperately for him

(if you don't want that little girl, it's okay)

but she can't.

Of course, by the sheer fact that Mary Anne has met the little girl, it must happen. Paradoxes were not something the multiverse readily accepted, and Ruin knew it.

He sighs.

"Was she... happy?" he asks quietly.

"She's beautiful," she murmurs.

"Seven years old, blonde hair, blue-grey eyes. And so happy."

She pauses a moment before adding. "She has a little sister."

He laughs, shaking his head. "When we set ourselves to a task, we don't do it half assed, do we?"

She smiles faintly.

"No, I guess not."

He leans back in the pillows.

"Two girls. How old was the second one? Was she there, too?"

"Six months old," she says, curling up next to him.

"No...you'd left her with Moon and Fate."

"With Moon?" He slips his arm around her. "Was I suffering from head trauma?"

She laughs against his shoulder.

"Possibly. But if Fate was there too, I think we can trust her not to just set her down somewhere and forget."

"Four hundred years."

He closes his eyes.

"Four hundred years, and two kids."

"Mhm."

She tips her head back a little to better see his face.

"You okay?"

He keeps his eyes closed.

"Are you?"

"I think so, yeah," she says.

"I mean, I've managed not to have a panic attack thus far, so...I think that counts as okay."

He nods.

His eyes open.

"Good."

"So...are you okay?"

They never said she wasn't persistant.

...you don't have to be.

He glances at her.

I had two children, neither of which I wanted. I can only hope I want these two future ones.

Sorrow had never faulted him for his lack of warmth and fatherly love, but he always thought she was the Three of Swords because of the deep sorrow she carried with her because of him.