Fatima leaned against Beverly a little. She was her rock. Her anchor. The very notion that she'd spent a few months on board the ship without her seemed almost ludicrous now. But then, she'd spent a good amount of that time still convinced it was just another one of COMPASS's little experiments. All of it was a blur now; the man who looked like Jefferson and the medical tests and Prim's kindness.
This...this was real.
For better or for worse.
"I understand," she murmured. "Kind of." She hadn't experienced that sort of phenomenon firsthand. No, she was still alone in the multiverse, where her world was concerned. But she'd seen it with the Winchesters. Sam was so young, so naive compared to the rest of them. She'd seen the way they sometimes looked at him. Like a stranger wearing a familiar face.
Which was why she thought of the same advice once again. "It's sort of like a second chance, though. If you want it to be. A chance to make a difference choice."
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This...this was real.
For better or for worse.
"I understand," she murmured. "Kind of." She hadn't experienced that sort of phenomenon firsthand. No, she was still alone in the multiverse, where her world was concerned. But she'd seen it with the Winchesters. Sam was so young, so naive compared to the rest of them. She'd seen the way they sometimes looked at him. Like a stranger wearing a familiar face.
Which was why she thought of the same advice once again. "It's sort of like a second chance, though. If you want it to be. A chance to make a difference choice."