"... ah. Yes, that." Death rubs at his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. "While I do not fault you, I do have to ask what you hoped to accomplish with that skill of yours."
"The choice, as you put it," he says, looking up again, "is the sum of your previous choices. I am not at all sure your influence on the mechanism would have been as equitable in result."
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"Even if that choice is only which team we are on."
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