[ She can only think of the Knights, the crafting of centuries. Weapons. Weapons that had once served a holy purpose, twisted to the corruption of time. No one deserved such. ]

It's hard to draw people away from such fates when it has been all they knew. [ She reaches for his hand, lifting it up so she could kiss the back of his knuckles. ] I think there is. You are too much, Miles, to simply cease to exist. [ It still isn't to her mind, her place to say to him what to do about his family. After all, she isn't sure what she would do either, if she went back in time and could save her husband and son, be the woman who never had anything but flowers in her hair and songs in her lips. But, at what price, to those that would go on suffering? ]

You talk much for your duty of now, but what about to your future, as well?