As if on cue, Chthulhu the actual cat—real or clone, no one could say—sauntered across the room and meowed once at the sketch on the board, as if confirming its accuracy.
They all stared in disbelief.
Helena gave a satisfied nod. "See? Told you."
And so, the lesson concluded—not with applause or understanding, but with my existential dread deepening and lingering to my mind, Selene's trauma resurfacing, and Azalea still giggling while petting a possibly multiversal feline.
However, despite its satisfying conclusion, there was still something lingering in my mind that I couldn't quite shake off...
Oh, right.
To be fair, everything about this was great and all.
The concept made sense.
Kind of. For the most of times.
But seriously—what the hell did things like Quasar have to do with the Door-To-Door Paradox... and cloning, of all things?
"Just think about it, Kairi. Make it make sense. I'm not answering the monologues in your head if you don't even try to connect them."
