he says to me, now can't you see?

It all became so clear, at Origin's end.

All the other villains we'd faced, people turned Consuls, Moebius...we grappled with their pride, asked them how - why - they could possibly do what they did.

But Z, omniscient if not omnipotent though he appeared, genuinely could not understand our convictions, because he, alone, manifested, embodied, the very will to remain in the endless now we'd harbored. Nothing beyond.

As did the world we'd trusted.

Only our common differences, woven together, let us see.

Yes. I feel I should have understood it far sooner.

But I never could have done it alone.