[There's something unavoidably selfish about allowing himself to be told that, isn't there? Baldr has always wanted to live. Deeply, fiercely, unfairly.

Yet this time it wasn't by his own doing. He frowns in thought as the memory replays the moment of Nuadha's appearance, the not-Baldr challenging him to a fight. As Kor says... it's too late to change anything here. And if he wants to understand Nuadha's actions, he won't find the answer by pressing Kor.]

You're right, of course. How strange. I've said as much to other people, but it's somehow...

[He redirects his glance to Kor, finally finding a smile again, slightly wry though it may be.]

If I could change the future, it would be enough. If I could save everyone... I suppose you're too kind a person to tell me that a goal like that is simply arrogance on my part?