"Mother, may I speak?"
Queen Nerith looked at her daughter and nodded. "You may."
As time rewound itself once again, Corey heard these familiar words for the two hundred and eighty third (283rd) time.
"You make all these promises, but it seems you're forgetting that you're just one man. You don't seem to be a king, and you're definitely not the Progenitor of your world so you don't have the right to give our people a place to stay."
These familiar words from Syrelle drifted into his ears as he was recovering from the time reversal he had gone through.
For some reason, he was suffering some sort of mental strain and also a little bit of rejection from Time itself.
Although he wasn't certain, he had a feeling that the reason for this was because he could remember over a dozen previous todays he had experienced, and according to Jeremy, this should not be possible.
'I'm getting really sick of headaches.'
