[██████████████████████████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░] 04:32:11 Mood Music: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wdt2ytt_iTc ) Timi gently approached Skaia once more from deep within the planetoid. As their friends left to fight the Final Boss, they could hear the distant screams and blows dealt to the Dersian King. All Timi could do was stare, for just a moment. In recollection, they thought about everyone they had read about speaking to up until this point. Nervousness and anxiety ate away at them. In the muffled solitude deep within the planetoid, Timi felt the careening weight of guilt eat away at them. Their heart and soul grew heavy. Closing their eyes, they thought of every betrayal, every misfortune, every pain that even memory itself robbed from them. Unable to celebrate the potential of ending this situation, yet unfeeling of the guilt felt merited from their actions observed in other loops, all Timi could do for a moment was hug themselves. Their breath grew ragged, deep, and intense. Tears flowed down their eyes. ...it was then, they remembered the positive comments and words of those who did their best to console and guide them through this confusing and painful labyrinth of an experience. They thought about every second it took every other iteration, no matter how much pain and horror and hate and vile they spewed, no matter how much they all couldn't take it, it was all a ladder building towards right now. Every past was gone; and no future exists now... unless something was done about it. "I am no hero. I should have never played this game. I should've never hurt or disappointed my friends. I should've... been more of myself. I don't know who I am, and maybe I'll never know. But I think... I owe to them. I owe it to everyone who lent a hand. I owe it... to me. To do this. Here.... AND NOW!" And in that instant, Timi bellow out a yell deep within their gut that could only be described as the insatiable performance of the Bard made manifest. It rang louder than the roar of the King's sheer vocal chords, mightier than the blows brought down by now crashed ships from both sides, shaking the very foundation of Skaia as their hands reached out and seized Skaia's very energy. Timi's power of Time race across Skaia from every gate and point of teleportation native to this very universe, and as Timi closed their eyes, their hands pulled back in sheer, raw power and rewound the progression of the Scratch itself. Timi broke into a cold sweat as their breath grew heavy, every muscle in their body straining from the sheer might of this act. Every vein burned, every blood vessel boiled, as Timi could feel the corruption slowly and surely slip away. Like toiling against the mightiest of gears, Timi gave everything at this very moment, thinking about everything. Thinking about you.