A look passes across the slightly older woman's face as she watches. Watches her younger self jump to conclusions, brandish a weapon and take the defensive side within a nanosecond. Such a mixture of pride and unadulterated disgust. Of course she'd react like that. She herself, would have done the same, wouldn't she? Maybe a few months ago.
But that was fair.
"Who do you think?" She wasn't thick. Just ... unaccustomed. Unfamiliar. Unawares. For now, at least. "You know as well as I that I'm not in the right time stream. I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb to no one else but you." ... "Us."
Because any other angel wouldn't notice. Not if it was the same being. The same Grace. But if it was yourself? Of course you'd know. You'd feel your own atoms pulling at your vessel, should you have one. Feel the very fabric of time warping, trying to compensate. But, Anna assumed, if you were unfamiliar, then it might just be a little daunting.
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But that was fair.
"Who do you think?" She wasn't thick. Just ... unaccustomed. Unfamiliar. Unawares. For now, at least. "You know as well as I that I'm not in the right time stream. I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb to no one else but you." ... "Us."
Because any other angel wouldn't notice. Not if it was the same being. The same Grace. But if it was yourself? Of course you'd know. You'd feel your own atoms pulling at your vessel, should you have one. Feel the very fabric of time warping, trying to compensate. But, Anna assumed, if you were unfamiliar, then it might just be a little daunting.