— Well, when I was alive I never went outside my native city -she replied-, and when I did I had my first and last adventure. I got to see many things, but my adventurous side still craves for more, so I just keep wandering. It’s okay, really; my status is irrelevant when I’m making friends, and as long as you don’t try to re-kill me we’re fine, and you’ll want me here rather than my world’s “ill omen”, anyway.
— I see -she looked at him, then to the crowd-. Unbalance is not good, even if it inclines to the benevolent side. Since you used the universe’s fabric analogy, should I assume that this one in particular isn’t very stable? Since my relatively harmless presence seems to threaten it. Not that I can say much about that, even in my own universe there are things that have this sort of effect.
She looked back him, frowning (yet again) at the implications of his questions— Now that you mention it, I never thought about the consequences my presence can cause to a dimension, and I certainly don’t want to disrupt the peace of said dimension. About the second point, what risked my home’s balance were not my shienanigans, at least not entirely. The story is long, but we could say that the bad guys started and me and my friends had the best intentions by stopping them, but we weren’t sure of what we were doing and things got… Messy. When my part in the plan came I managed to do it but I died there, only for it not working properly and even with my friends’ help I had to intervene, only for it to coming back to bite them again, one of them directly. -she scratched her head, smiling awkwardly- In the end everything turned out well, the threat is gone and balance is back.
“That sounds like quite the adventure you had,” he yawned, body language not matching his words. “I suppose you could say much the same happened here: a ‘hero’ with only the best of intentions unaware of the world he was destroying with his actions. Or creating, for that matter.” He memory had him chuckling darkly, brushing aside idle wonder of what the carrot topped teen might be up to now with a shake of his head.
“Things are supposed to be more or less resolved at this point, but the influx of dimensional skippers is breaking down barriers that were already rather thin in the first place. While it’s becoming increasingly easy to take a vacation in another world, so too is it becoming harder to keep such things under wraps from the general public. They have such straightforward ideas about what the world they live in entails, you see. Realizing they are but one of many ripples of existence would only cause mass panic, which is really quite a hassle to clean up, and I’d like to avoid any unnecessary work, I’m sure you’ll understand.”
Though from the sounds of it, she wasn’t so much an alternate version of a Reaper as she was a sort of Guiding Angel, he could still be rid of a great deal of apprehension to know she wasn’t a random civilian. Having heard of a complete transportation and reconstruction of Shibuya quite a few of his fellow Alternates had gone through during the summer—he’d heard the names Sora and Riku thrown around, and was being careful to avoid persons of their description lest the same disaster befall himself—so long as it remained those of a higher position that were willingly thrown about, he could put off the enormous amount of effort it was going to take to repair the larger barriers for another day.