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A pair of sad, cat eyes stared up at him.

Nochka Sashal stared up at him, quickly shifting to her small girl form.

Zorian spoke slowly. "You orchestrated your own kidnapping and sacrifice? How are you Red Robe?"

Nochka burst into tears.

"I just wanted a new bike! After I awoke my secret bloodline of primordial power, I kept losing my bike and it made me really sad. I thought if I became the greatest archmage ever I could keep my bike out of the water. I just wanted to ride! Also did I mention I'm actually the reincarnation of the Dragon Below? And the Gods left because i ate them all?"

"Mother!?" said Zorian, shocked.

There under the mask, body shifted to look more male, was his own mother.

"But why?"

She spoke, voice rapid and accusatory.

"We both knew you were going nowhere, content to stroll along with your life. You should thank me for what I did. I personally reactivated the sovereign gate so that one of your classmates could be strong enough to be useful, and helped him forget some of his less proper friends, and then arranged a meeting between you two. And now look at you. You have archmages waiting on you hand and foot, you're wealthy, I even heard some of the girls are going after you. You're never grateful for what I do for you. You should also try doing more weight training, years of work and you never thought to get a muscle bulking enchantment."

She gestured with her hand, and Kirielle popped out of a dimensional bubble, very confused, and spoke to Zach.

"Would you do me the honor of accepting my daughter as your bride? As a peace payment."

Zorian shook his head. Families. Can't live with them, can't kill them because then your sister gets traumatized.

A strangely familiar looking 80 year old man.

Zorian's brows knit together in confusion. "You... who are you again?"

"I'm actually you from the future. Turns out real time travel is possible. Zach would have never been able to stop the primordial or the invasion on his own. So I came back to the exact instant after the Sovereign Gate was turned on, broke into it from the outside, soulkilled Veyers because I got tired of him being angsty and annoying, and then played the part of Red Robe. That all indirectly led to the situation where my younger self, that's you, got branded with Zach's soul marker. Which, of course, eventually led to the foiling of Quatach-Ichl's plans outside the Sovereign Gate."

Alanic frowned. "Why did you kill all those people once you got out of the time loop if you were trying to stop the invasion?"

"Time travel shenanigans." Future-Zorian said with a shrug. "I had to do it because I had already done it."

"How did you get a marker?" Zorian interjected. He'd let Alanic do his interrogation later. Besides, the question of how Red Robe had managed to join the loop had always gnawed at him.

"I already had one of course. It never faded away after we escaped the Gate the first time. I managed to modify my marker slightly before starting this whole mess, and that kept the Gate from ever shoving me into your body. The real difficulty was creating a new body for myself at the beginning of each restart. My body wasn't part of the initial template after all. You have no idea how hard True Conjuration is while you're a free floating soul."

Zach, strangely enough, was the one to notice the major issue with Future-Zorian's story.

"Hold up. If it weren't for Red Robe, er, I mean you, the whole situation that led to Zorian becoming a looper probably would have never happened. How could you come back in time to be Red Robe if you hadn't already come back in time to be Red Robe?" Zach paused. "Shit. That didn't come out right. You know what I mean."

"Yes." Future-Zorian nodded. "It's called a causal loop. It really only seems like a paradox when you think of time as a straight line. People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff."

A very real pain began to form in Zorian's temples as he considered that. Zorian quickly used his mind magic to force his thoughts away from the spiral of madness that that sentence would inevitably cause. His use of mind magic reminded him of something.

"Wait. How can I be better than you at mind magic if you're me from the future? I fought you after you soulkilled the Aranea. You weren't even better then me back then, and I was still a novice."

"Oh, that. I faked it."

Zach snorted. "That's what she said!"

A strangely familiar looking 80 year old man.

Zorian's brows knit together in confusion. "You... who are you again?"

The older man spoke. "I'm you from the future. We did a lot of experimentation with divine artifacts in the future and found out it was very much possible with enough divine energy. After the first attempt failed..."

Zorian cut in. "First attempt?!"

Zach pressed his hand to his face, and pulled off his mask, revealing a familiar looking 70 year old man.

"Come on." Said his own, older voice. "You didn't really think it was plausible that Zach of all people would manage to survive this long in the loop on his own? In the original timeline he got mind controlled by the lich a few restarts in. It's Zorians all the way down."