... I have always had some measure of difficulty believing that which I am not allowed to examine myself.

[She couldn't trust it. Oh, Sieglinde could theorize it... but that theory could go either way. It was easy to see how they might be returned to the exact moment they left, memories wiped, to prevent any divergences in the timeline... but it was just as easy to see how their timelines would be able to move along smoothly just fine without them.

Still, she had forced herself to send off comrades and friends with a smile, as if they might return home safely and still remember her as she did them.

So without being able to trust either option... which did one choose to leave behind? ... To abandon.]

... Who is awaiting your return?

[He spoke so rarely of such things.]