He folds his hands in his lap, watching Raven text. Imagine trying to drag Crow out of bed, after the Christmas he had. "Why not? Maybe if we all make breakfast at once we can collapse our timelines, or something like that."

How do you even sum up a situation like that fucking shop? "The rest of it... after what he learned, he should have it well in hand. He'll be able to make his own escape, if he deserves it."

Magpie had had to wait for things to get bad enough that someone else would make room for him. But his younger self has the chance to imagine something else.