Double Twenty

Interlude - Toy Soldier (Martika)

"The secret of change is to focus all your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new." – Dan Millman

Every word spoken by the old man resonates deeply with the journalist, who frantically takes notes, aware of the importance of every detail. "You see, Véra, this story is not just about two men seeking to relive their youth. It's a reflection on our beliefs, our destiny, and how we influence the course of our own existence."

She nods, wondering if it's too soon to ask the burning questions on her lips. She can't resist: "Are you Timothée Sundial?" He offers her a melancholic smile, full of humanity and satisfaction. He congratulates himself inwardly for choosing her to receive his confession, but did he really have a choice?

"Now that the ambiguity about my identity is lifted, Véra, I will answer three questions before you even ask them. First of all, until today, we have never discovered travelers from the past." He knows very well that's not what she expects, it just buys him some time to maintain his composure. Despite this, his shoulders sag, his lips purse, and his eyes fill with emotion. "Believe me, not a day goes by without me wondering if Louis Morin should have completed his mission and cursing those who stopped him from acting. Furthermore, it would be foolish and dishonest to say that we have never directly or indirectly benefited from future contributions; our detection tools or communication means, for example, are based on them. However, unlike the Chrono Liberators, we have never used this knowledge for personal gain, perhaps also because we have substantial resources. And if you're wondering about it, know that your presence here today is not a coincidence," he pauses.

Véra wants to know more right away, while also believing that the story must continue to its end, and the remaining shadows illuminated later. "Would you like to continue, Mr. Sundial?" He tries to contain his faint smile. "With pleasure, Véra, thank you very much."