Time travel, to a certain point -- yes, I'm familiar with the concept. I've read books with a similar premise, though not with any expectation that it was possible in real life. Something about folding M-dimensions...
[ He trails off, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. If he had such abilities, he would likely use them to spare him some embarrassment when he speaks without thinking; his taste in literature is neither flattering nor useful at the moment, not when Kamui is sharing something deeply personal. Still, it's practically the only way that he can rationalize it as Kamui stands here, looking him in the eye, telling him with blinding earnestness that he has experienced death after death after death.
If he stops to think about it for too long, it becomes horrific. Surely he would prefer just dying for good at this point? Kim certainly would. If Kamui is telling the truth, then how could he withstand such a thing without going mad? The man standing in front of him is quite cogent, quite sane. Kim doesn't think that even he would be able to keep it together. He removes a handkerchief from his pocket - neatly embroidered in the corners - and removes his glasses to polish them, throwing Kamui's face into a mess of blurry shapes. It's a cowardly thing, but it's easier than looking at Kamui's face, as open as the day he had met him, and to consider his life further. ]
That explains half of it. But how is this possible? Is it only you who can do this?
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[ He trails off, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. If he had such abilities, he would likely use them to spare him some embarrassment when he speaks without thinking; his taste in literature is neither flattering nor useful at the moment, not when Kamui is sharing something deeply personal. Still, it's practically the only way that he can rationalize it as Kamui stands here, looking him in the eye, telling him with blinding earnestness that he has experienced death after death after death.
If he stops to think about it for too long, it becomes horrific. Surely he would prefer just dying for good at this point? Kim certainly would. If Kamui is telling the truth, then how could he withstand such a thing without going mad? The man standing in front of him is quite cogent, quite sane. Kim doesn't think that even he would be able to keep it together. He removes a handkerchief from his pocket - neatly embroidered in the corners - and removes his glasses to polish them, throwing Kamui's face into a mess of blurry shapes. It's a cowardly thing, but it's easier than looking at Kamui's face, as open as the day he had met him, and to consider his life further. ]
That explains half of it. But how is this possible? Is it only you who can do this?