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But time isn't absolute. It's wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey.

Paradox isn't.

But that wouldn't happen, as you're not there.

That's my point, Jemma.

That's my point, adding you in when you weren't there originally only creates an altered timeline, not s paradox. You know your theory well enough to know that.

Not the kind of paradox I'm talking about, Jemma. The other me, not the one here but the one in that other world, he may think he can alter consensual reality but I don't.

Cionsensual reality relies on the group believing what happens is true, or the practicality of it. Everyone who fluxes in here from another time or place, only to return are all proof consensual reality cannot exist in practicality.

You're thinking in terms of what you know. But I know what I know, and you don't know what I know. [ A phrase she's probably heard the other Harry say before, not that he ever explains it. And yet, this version? ]

All people, everyone shape what they know to be true with their will. People like you, people who aren't like me, they do this unconsciously and generally but not always following a consensus of what they know is true to how the world is and how the world works. People like me, people who can do what I can do, when we do something big like say...changing the entire fabric of reality or changing time, it's fighting against billions of other wills to create something new and changing in what witches in my world would call the Consensus of Reality.

The thing keeping something like that from happening is a paradox, which is a couple different things. For instance, the world fighting back against it and creating a paradoxical reality full of unrelenting horrors, disjointed realities and body-monstrosities. Or, attacking the person who did it themselves, causing madness among other more physical things. It doesn't even have to be a big thing, I knew a witch who tried to save a friend who didn't know about magic using a fireball and she found herself trapped inside a matchstick.

I mean, changing time might not be the same here, but after what happened to me before I'm a little cautious.

And you're using consensual reality as an argument that sums up to: you don't know what I do? There's a level of larger purpose or universal cohesion or higher power, or however you want to phrase it, and your placing yourself to an extent, as that power.

If we send you to your own reality, you're not getting monstrosities. Talk to the Doctor. If anyone can explain time and realities, it's him.

I know how time and reality works. I just got out of a reality I was trapped in where a version of me and you broke it.

And what is one major difference between that reality and this one?

...yeah, Jemma, I'm completely sure the destruction of their reality was caused by your alter and mine getting together. The second big bang, only destructive.

Edited ( ) 2017-05-16 02:19 (UTC)

I was going to say we clearly agreed on whatever it was that caused the destruction, and even then, that destruction, as far as we know, is limited only to this planet.

And why does everything come back around to us having sex? Pretty sure it wouldn't be that amazing.

Never assume that.

Uh, excuse me. Do you think erotological study is just reading the Kamaledhiplava, Speculum al foder, Lazzat Un Nisa and God knows what else?

Because two people have the power to cause havoc to an entire reality.

Hit a nerve, have I?

I'm just saying, if it were bad it wouldn't be because of me.

Definitely hit a nerve.

That reminds me. I got you something.

[ And something comes, ten minutes later, in the form of someone somewhere in this house playing a for actual digerido. ]

[Jemma's going to hunt that down and kill it.]

[ And he will blow it right in her face. ]

[Have you ever seen someone smack a didgeridoo, Harry? If not, you have now.]

New house rule, no didgeridoos in the house.

Arbitrary rule. Nope.

[Jemma is about to use the fact it's technically her house, and he's living here gratas, when another opportunity arises.

The opportunity is about 4.5lbs, fluffy, and judgemental.]

Greene! Do come in, my handsome boy.

[Now she's just going to grin.]

You really think I won't blow this at a rabbit? [ Of course he wouldn't, but still. ]

I really think you like having that lock installed.

[Greene, of course comes in, because it is his house, dammit, and how dare someone stop him from going wherever he wants.]

Edited 2017-05-16 19:33 (UTC)

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