'Then why bring me back here!' Caxton asked. His voice was desperate, pleading. 'Why bring me back here if I'm not supposed to stop it! Does someone hate me that much?'

'Time doesn't hate.' I said. 'It doesn't think, or feel, or care. Time is implacable, immovable, unchangeable, and eternal. It isn't cruel, or kind. It just is.'

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