Yomiko (narrating): Back in linear time, I’ve talked to my time-traveling self, disguised as the people I remember meeting.
I even managed to save a few of the Library’s doomed manuscripts without destroying the universe in the process.
But the stakes have never been as high as this. I don’t know if I’m ready!
Nenene: Um, Sensei…don’t look now, but…
Yomiko: No matter what I did to avoid ’99, even if it worked, it damaged the timeline. Meetings that were supposed to happen never did. Warriors who should have been forged that day went on to peaceful careers in accounting.
Eventually the time loops fell apart, taking the fabric of existence with them.
Of course, rewriting history so those loops never happened means I don’t remember any of the details. Which is too bad, because they would have made a fantastic novel.
Nenene: Did you tell anyone we’d be here?
Yomiko: No. It’s just us.
Anyone else would say “But you could save thousands of lives! Maybe prevent ’99 altogether! Why won’t you even try?”
Nenene: That’s stupid. You did try.
Yomiko: And that’s why I invited you along.
We now pause in our apocalyptic showdown to present a scene from the future. Welcome to the far-off year of…
Nenene (Japanese): Is this the place?
Yomiko (Japanese): I don’t know! It’s been a long time. But causality states that wherever we stop will retroactively become the right place.
Nenene: And you’re sure that will work?
Yomiko: Nope. Not sure at all.
Integra: Oh, I see…these are your stairs.
Yomiko: That’s right. I’m on my way out, but I’ll leave them up for you.
Integra: Is that…?
Yomiko: The last of Millennium’s kidnapped paper users. Aside from a chordewa, who seems capable of taking care of herself, there’s nobody innocent left in that zeppelin. Go to town.
[To be continued…]
Integra: Now that I have the sword…how do I get it onto that zeppelin?
Timothy: I admit I didn’t think that far ahead.
Integra; So I guess that isn’t yours, then.
Timothy: Uh…nope, sorry.
Integra (thinking): Unbelievable! The Sword of Dios! The one who masters it can make miracles, or even ascend from this world. I won’t do either — I’m going to stay human, for Alucard’s sake and my own — but still! How did this young Iscariot gain the ability to grant such power? He must have some kind of incredible strength, not visible at first glance…
Timothy (thinking): Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow….
Integra: …I accept.
Integra’s shoulder devil: What are you doing? Give up! Alucard’s gone, Walter’s gone, nothing matters any more!
Timothy (thinking): I sure hope I remember the words…
Timothy: Thank you.
Timothy’s shoulder devil: What are you doing? We’re supposed to be enemies! Stop with the goodwill and cooperation!
Timothy: Rose of the noble castle…power of Dios that sleeps within me…heed your Master and come forth!
Shoulder devils: Oooh!
Integra refers back to her difficulties with the Flowers of Perun.
Integra: What kind of power is this? Because I’ve had some trouble with pre-Christian Indo-European in the past.
Timothy: Well, um…it didn’t exactly ome with a manual, okay? It’s old. And it’s always been nice to me. That’s all I know.
Integra: And what would I have to do in return?
Timothy: Catch me when I fall. Then take the sword. It’s yours until the battle ends. Whether or not you win.
Timothy: When I was younger, you could say I was a fanboy of Father Maxwell. I can’t be that any more.
I still love my church, but I’m not coming to you now as a Catholic. Or even as a fellow Christian.
I’m just a person who wants to fix this. And I have power to lend you, if you’ll have it.