"Careful," Huaisang murmurs, gently pressing his hands to straighten Daylight so he won't strain himself again. Getting quickly back to his task, Huaisang works lower, trying to find the source of all those pains so that he can root them out.

"I'm glad too. I've been lucky so far." Lucky... and cowardly. Huaisang prefers the smarter-not-harder approach to effort. And the hiding-from-scary-things approach. Lots of hiding.

"I don't know how time loops work, but I ... I don't think it's like that. I don't think it'll be the same. I think the past is still the past, we just can't... progress. I think next December will only be worse."