"Eat, Clarice," The Timebroker sighed. "What's done is done. The answer to your question is yes, but you couldn't have stopped this from the moment you set foot on that world, you're not the type to stand back and let people die." And that would have been the only answer really.

"And he's lived with you for years now, at least he has heard of many things that would otherwise make him crack. He is in better standing for this situation than he would be otherwise."

"...they better build him a statue," she muttered, looking down at her soup.