The CANONICALS

A Dimension of Their Own.

Jeremiah sturred around, groaning quietly as his mind tried to catch up with everything that happened. And then his eyes shot open as he stared up at the cloudy sky. He glanced around, slowly pulling himself up as he examined everything.

A new dimension.

A new dimension.

A New Dimension...

Again. Just like every other time. So it shouldn't hurt this much... yet it did.

Jeremiah glanced around the group.

"Another one destroyed," Sam commented, sitting on one of the large rocks. "And another one constructed."

"O-Two-Six," Jeremiah commented, staring up into the sky, feeling sick.

"Twenty five created and then destroyed," Sam stated.

Jeremiah quickly stood up, "God damnit!" He shook his head and walked a few feet away from the rest of the group. "Everything I touch gets ruined..."

Sam stood up, "Jeremiah."

"No!" Jeremiah hissed as Sam walked to console him. "Nothing you tell me is gonna change my mind! I destroyed another god damn dimension..."

"The collapse of O-Two-Five was in no way your fault," Sam assured. "There were a multitude of factors leading to it." She placed her palm onto Jeremiah's back. "This was not your fault."

"But every other time was," Jeremiah commented quietly. "Every other damn time was my fault! Every dimension destroyed, every life I've ruined!"

Jeremiah spun to face Sam, "I've ruined everything I've touched and..."

"So what?" Sam asked.

Jeremiah was taken aback.

"So what if O-Two-Five is gone?" She questioned. "What does that mean?"

"Another reality down the drain," Jeremiah replied. "More lives ruined..."

Sam stopped him, "No lives were ruined. When you create a dimension, it doesn't create new life, it splits life forms from other dimensions. It's a very random process and you have no say in it."

"What about..."

Sam continued, ignoring him, "When one of your dimensions is destroyed, that life is evenly distributed back to where it came from. None of those entities have any memory or any pain regarding this reality." Jeremiah turned to now face Sam, who continued even more. "So the only things you've done are create and destroy dimensional planes, and there's really no harm in that."

"What about..." Jeremiah glanced at Ben's shifting, glitching body on the grass.

Sam glanced at Ben also. She froze up, "That..." She began to think, but couldn't come up with any semblance of an explanation. "That was a flook, Jeremiah... an impossibility." She eyed Ben. "And... partially my fault, do you not remember?"

Jeremiah sighed, slowly beginning to make his way back to the group as Sam followed. Killua was now leaning against a rock, staring at the grass and twigs.

"So that's it," he muttered.

"What?" Jeremiah asked.

"We're caught up with him," Killua commented. "We're both on our versions of O-Two-Six." Killua looked up to Jeremiah, who was still confused.

"Plus," Killua commented. "We're exactly mirroring him now."

Jeremiah froze up, "No..." He looked up at Killua. "Will I start being... like him?"