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"You realize that if you do this...," Robert began.
"...you will cease to exist as anything more than a concept." Rosalind continued.
Elizabeth did not turn her gaze away from the infinite arrays of lighthouses, Bookers', and her selves playing out before her mind’s eye. A bittersweet smile graced her lips. "To break the cycle, to give all Annas' a chance in worlds without Columbia, Comstock, and Tears, I'll take oblivion," She murmured as countless variants of Bookers' allowed himself to be drowned by her own hands
With a sigh she watched her counterparts blink from existence one-by-one.
Elizabeth eyes closed in resignation of the paradox to come. A circle broken; another forged.
"It is not oblivion; it is transcendence," a soft voice whispered.
Her eyes flickered opened to a feeling of warm hands grasping her own.
"My name is Madoka Kaname. Can we be friends?"