At times, it can be difficult to admit to your faults. What happens when you know it is your fault, everyone knows it is your fault, but you guys cannot say anything because you are all part of the same plan. It feels like a lost situation, for you cannot cut ties, at the same time, you feel a sense of distaste as you see the chaos that has unfolded due to everyone's actions.
That is the exact feeling that Six feels. He knows that he was one of the main culprits at fault, but he wasn't the only one either. Every one of the shades could have done something concerning keeping everyone safe, but everyone chose to remain in their positions, and let the chaos unfold. In every timeline, every scenario, there doesn't seem to be an event, which seems mildly different from the one that has just taken place. For each timeline contains its information, keeping track of all these various timelines is only possible by higher dimensional creatures.
Sifting through each possible piece of information in his lair, Six tried to locate if there was even a singular scenario, which could have played out differently and not caused such drastic effects. But in each timeline, some repercussions were unavoidable.
"I will find that one scenario, and prove it all of them at the Table, that there is still hope for change. I know that I will probably anger a lot of them, but if I am unable to find a singular scenario in all of this information, I will be lost with myself."
With nothing to look over him, but the murals, time seemed to be a figment of irrelevancy when it came to doing any task in the mind-space. Everything seemed to be done fast and slowly at the same time. Time frames did not function as intended in this space for a singular day could take ages in the mind-space, but at the same time, ages in the outside world could transpire to a singular day in the mind-space. The unilateral expressions to make it such that each equation has a possible outcome was not possible when dealing with entities that are beyond comprehension in normal dimensional capacities.
"No matter how-ever long it might be taking. I will do my best to find them. I will have to do my best." That was the desperation that Six was working with. Tearing through the same structures again and again, the slow realization that the matter's data had already been lost and there was nothing that could fix that issue slowly began to sink into Six.
"No, this can't be… I have sifted so many of them… it can't be. I must have made a mistake. I have to keep looking."
That seemed to be the only goal that he had.
Breaks are taken with calming his mind with the sword…
And continuing his task of sifting through the timelines.
Each and every possible outcome. Every different scene could have taken place. Everything counts on this one moment to make sure that Six gets his work done.
What are even tasks to such creatures, endlessly working until their goals are met, without a thought leaving their minds whether their actions are right or wrong? These actions, are only thought about once you look at the various timelines that they need to stream out to make sure they make the ideal one.
Timelines, that are messy to deal with. The amount of universes that may be present, all with multiple Fortresses, all that have nothing compared to when data is dealt with.
She is lost to them…
Their daughter was lost to them…
That was the only thing constantly ringing inside Six's mind…
"GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD! I CANNOT DEAL WITH THAT DEFEAT RIGHT NOW!", he kept screaming periodically.
Even though the results were going to be affecting him, he continued to push through.
It seems as though this is a testament to the work that Six puts into any task, for he refuses to give up looking for a solution.
"There will always be a way to greatness… there will always be a solution that will always work out. Why is it not present? Why???", he started to beat himself up.
There was no one who could find him in that mind-space, there was no one who could save him from what he was going to be doing. It all seemed pointless, for it was truly. "I know that I can still save her."
Six stared at the murals once again. His eyes wanted to stop. He started with his golden-coloured eyes at the painting of the daughter.
Slowly the glow from his eyes disappears, as he wanders outside the lair.
"Truly unforgiving, this job is…"