[And yeah, that model owl screeches to a halt, and falls to bits; he sighs, and figures that in this context, there's only one Akira worth discussing.] February, he told me. So a month at least earlier than her.

[He touches his lip, staring past other-him.] So she's from a world without your cognitive anomalies—which may exist in my own world in some form, or may not. But if something like that is so different, then perhaps....

[Perhaps he won't die. Which is a mixed blessing, shocking as it was to hear. He's almost started taking comfort in it, in the knowledge that one thing, surely, will go as he has planned.]