I snap my fingers, scattering floating neuron shaped lights that pirouette and sink through the air. "Things have a way of unfucking themselves if the universe needs them that way."
"Well. Certain events, paths, things like that, are pre-ordained, if something necessary for them changes the universe will alter reality to ensure it does. Some of these things may seem unimportant. Some of them are unimportant. It doesn't matter."
"Whether or not I'm high isn't the issue. The issue is getting another mall, and getting off this planet, and then you can meet Sister and resolve everything."
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