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It feels as though there are a million different versions of them. Multiple universes, mind games, changing things around...the possibilities are endless how many versions of himself and Iris are around.
But always, always, there's a tie between them. A red string of fate, he thinks sometimes, red as the suit he wears. No matter what changes, no matter where they are, there's a string connecting them and nothing, nothing, can sever it.
As it should be, he thinks.
