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Fate.
Destiny.
The pre-determined.
None of these mattered any longer to him.
No, life was different now.
His best friend was not in anguish, suffering from a ten-year curse.
The detective was not rotting in prison, in pain for a crime he didn't commit.
The girl was not plagued with nightmares over a contraption gone wrong.
The novelist did not move out with the minister's daughter.
The minister was not as neurotic.
The pigeon man was studying that meteorite peacefully.
A certain detective in blue was genuinely moved by another in white.
A certain prison guard was dancing for his card playing friend (for joy, not panic).
A certain Pomeranian was barking merrily.
A certain wife and mother did not die.
A certain redhead was not sinking of the bottom of the sea.
The same redhead did not die multiple times that night.
...
Still.
Still, it bothered him.
Fate could be changed.
It could be.
He had proven it.
So, why did he feel like time was not moving forward?
Why did it feel like, when that night arrived again ten years later, that he was more trapped in the past then ever?
Why couldn't he let go of that one night?
It was just one night.
It was just one night.
It was just one night.
It wasn't just one night.
How could he ever think that way?
It was the night he lost his accomplice to the bottom of the sea.
It was the night that he had "found" his best friend again...and then lost him.
It was the night that he found out that not all dogs were bad.
It was the night that flipped his whole view on humanity around.
It was the night he gained immortality.
To forget that would mean to kill the people within that memory.
Cabanella.
McCaw.
Bailey.
Jowd.
Alma.
Kamila.
Amelie.
Emma.
Justice Minister.
Pigeon guy.
Ray.
Missile.
Lynne.
...Yomiel.
How could he?
How could he do that to those people?
"Sissel!"
Lynne's voice caught his attention again.
The feline looked up and mewed.
The redheaded detective grinned.
"I knew we'd meet again."
And that's when he knew.
That night was not a sorrowful one.
After all, wasn't it worth all this?