"Fucking stable time-loops," Nida curses. Because he always curses it. Maybe it hadn't gotten back into the reports but rumors had spread anyway. Mostly because of a word or two from a tipsy Matron.

Nida had done his best to make sure they hadn't spread too far. It would have been killer for morale.

"And you wonder why I wouldn't tell you about what happens in the future? I've learned enough from worlds like this to say there's no guarantee that I'm from the same timeline or version of our world as you will make. Telling you would either be pointless, or trap you once again. And I can't do that."

Not to anyone. Not when there is a chance that there is a version of their world where Elijah truly loved him and would never betray them. Not when... not when there might be a Nida out there who never suffered that pain.