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It's been a while since Max has been in the bar. Visibly, anyway, though she's good enough at going unnoticed that she may have just been unseen.

Either way, she's here now, stalking through the door, jaw set and eyes narrowed. Her attention isn't on anything in the bar, though. Or rather, nothing she hadn't brought with her. One hand is curled around a newspaper of some sort, hard enough to crumple the lower edges, and her eyes are fixed on the photo on the front page. 'Unhappy' does not really cover her expression.

Anyone care to distract the X5?

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"Heya."

If there was ever a reason to be glad that looks can't kill, it'd be the sheer ferocity in her eyes as she turns to look at Tim. It dampens when she recognizes him. A little. "Oh. I'm here."

Hellspawn blinks several times at that one.

"I noticed. That's why I said hi. What's wrong?"

"I hadn't." Obviously. She shoots a glare at the door.

"Trouble. At home."

"Ah. Wish I could help."

But she won't accept his help, so why bother offering?

"What's up?"

"I don't suppose you can turn back time?"

She might actually be serious on this one...

"I cannot."

A glance over at the Real Tim sitting at his table.

"The big guy can."

"Mmm. Don't know if I could've stopped it anyway."

Max, afraid of approaching a mage of Real Tim's power for help?

Fuck, yes.

"Stopped what?"

Thought.

"I could ask him, if you want. He owes me big time, for making me leave."

"Explosion."

She considers seriously for a long moment, before finally shaking her head.

"No. Like I said, I don't know if I could've stopped it, if I knew ahead of time. And don't know what else might've happened instead. Though it could hardly have been worse."

"You could've been caught in it too."

That's worse indeed.

"Wasn't anywhere near the hospital where it happened."

Which isn't quite an argument.

"But if you changed things, who knows where you'd be?"

Or anyone else? A butterfly flaps it's wings in Japan and we get a hurricane here.

"In Paraguay," she answers promptly.

"I'll settle for trying not to let too many people get killed in the fallout."

"Sounds like a good idea to me."

And he forces a smile.

"It's what's necessary."

She eyes him narrowly for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, uhm."

He glances away.

"I'm leaving. For good."

"Oh..."

Beat.

"Why?"

"it's whats nessacary."

He shrugs.

"The big guy says it is time to move on, to prevent further damage from Tims."

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