[What a terrible thing knowledge of the future was. She knows how foolish it was to think that, when she had so desperately wanted to know the truth of what would happen at least to Wolfram, but also to her... wondered if she would ever make it to the London Ciel had promised her, if she could ever make it back to her world at all...

But knowing now, at least right now, is only bringing her confusion.]

To think that "time" could be so warped a thing as this...

[What is she supposed to do with this? With him? With-]

You must tell me in more detail, once we quit ourselves of this maze.