I did not go back to the fire that night. I walked out past the picket line, and I sat down with my back to the camp and looked at a sky that was two colours, and I thought about pockets.
That is not a joke. I have found that when a question is too large to hold, the only way through it is to take the smallest part of it and tear that to pieces.
This Loop need not be something whose rules I followed every time. I needed to master it. So how did I do something the Loop may not have been designed for?
If I took apart what happened to me when I died, what was it?
Well, I carried my skills across, all of them, every point of growth, every Law I have understood. My titles cross. Godslayer is sitting in me right now, sealed off and unreachable, and I have not the slightest doubt that it will still be there when I open my eyes in the future.
