"I know Ilde at home." A pause, he eats more of his waffles. Jae's voice is hushed, but not morose. It seems like it would be a waste to lose his appetite in the face of such a sweet gesture, even with this topic being bandied about. "Not the woman here. But her, in our world. I didn't understand why she didn't recognize me and when I did..."

Well.

It was horrible.

The bio-degradable spork is momentarily abused, his thumbnail digging into the edge of it, harmless. There's two of Ilde and, it stands to reason, two of everybody else. Jae assumes he's dead there, along with everyone he ever knew, and his entire family. It would have happened while he was still locked up.

"What if they were just the first?"

What if the apocalypse is coming for all of them. Every world.