"Are you satisfied?"
"If you're really me, you should know that I don't want to die." Cale replied, raising his eyebrow at the robed man.
Ghost Cale turned away from him and sat down by the hilltop's edge, hugging his knees. "Yes, we are 'dead' in a sense. But look, we're still here, existing." A pause. "I have to do nothing. It's peaceful, and even if it weren't, I'd still have to do nothing."
Cale understood what his future self was implying. "You get to slack," he said simply.
"That I do." The ghost Cale finally murmured breathlessly. "That I do..."
After a moment, he spoke up again. "You know, doing nothing-or in our case, slacking off-isn't the same as having nothing to do."
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In which, Cale realizes he might die and tries to stop it. Only to realize he'd rather die, because now he knows why.
"There is one last world which would have gained a new balance if you didn't directly interevent."
Before Cale could say anything, the God of Balance added on.
"It is now going straight to its destruction, even though it wasn't its destiny."
Cale's eyes shook. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly before uttering.
"...You mean, my intervention will cause a world's destruction?"
"That's right."
He received a firm confirmation.