As we exit my consciousness, Alice brews another pot of tea, its rich, earthy aroma filling the cozy cabin, grounding us after the whirlwind of revelations. The steam spirals gently from our cups, curling into the air like wisps of thought, a quiet moment to recenter ourselves before we move on to the final discussion.
"But to think that the other Jack has also met my other self… isn't that fascinating?" Alice muses, a playful glint in her eye as she pours the tea.
"Yep. Maybe she was his teacher too," I reply with a chuckle.
It makes sense. Alice is the only person in the world who knows how to perform Soul Enchantment. The fact that the other Jack had mastered it means his Alice must have taught him—which also suggests that, in his timeline, he was likely a member of the Basilisk Order, just as I am now.
The thought sends a chill down my spine.
