"Can… I return to my wives if I accept your gift?"
Nux asked as he looked at her with a determined look on his face. As if the moment the Seer said yes, whatever it was, he was going to accept it.
But…
"I do not know."
The Seer answered honestly.
"You said I could."
Nux narrowed his eyes.
"In theory, yes.
But…
We are already standing in the territory of the unknown, what I even call a theory, isn't a theory by definition, it is merely a prediction I made after observing the Multiverse all this while and can undeniably be affected by my wish for it to be true."
"So you arranged all this, turning your own Soul into a relic, having yourself be killed, planning my death, then risking my life hoping it would work out, all of it—
On a whim?"
"…"
The Seer didn't say anything.
While Nux's words were an extremely diluted version of everything she had planned, thought and done so far—
At their very core—
