August 20
The thing is, though, as much as I want to think that something is guiding Kyle to help me, with or without her knowledge, I’m more inclined to believe that this is Kyle’s own doing. That nothing’s guiding her, and she just wants to help. She doesn’t know that she’s helping me, but she is. It’s weird. Maybe whatever’s guiding her is guiding me, too. Something working to make us both think in tandem, giving me focus and clarity. If that’s the case, would you ease up on the whole lovey-dovey thing? I’m not that kind of girl, and now isn’t the time.
“Wait,” I say, interrupting her. “Go back a second. What was that?”
“What, the Red Plate?” she says. “It’s pretty weird, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, go over that again,” I ask. “I kinda spaced for a second.”
“It’s confusing until you think about it,” Kyle says. “Okay, so matter can’t be created or destroyed, right? So when you go into the future and open the box, you get a better piece of armor. But then, you can go into the past and open that same box for the lesser piece of armor that would eventually become the better one.”
“That makes no sense,” I say. “I mean, you lose the better one, don’t you?”
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