So this chapter, I couldn't help wondering if I could try something different, like letting some of the side characters react to their own alternate versions, and maybe even letting some of the other sisters sit out a couple of sessions. That way, there would be more fresher reactions from new characters, as we have to consider their possible different views.

I'm also gonna try to do the following chapters and try to do them in a way where I don't feel like I just slap Lincoln's face and name over the canon personality and call it a day. Even if there is still a lot of work actually transcribing the scene onto words, it's still more or less the same scene, only Lincoln is the actor.

So to summarize, I'm thinking of possible other characters that would have interesting reactions to the multiverse, and going to try to do more chapters with Lincoln having their own original story inside the alternate setting.

With that said, enjoy this chapter, which plenty of you seem to want.


"So, this machine allows us to view realities beyond this one?" Haiku said, sitting next to Lucy as she comprehended the explanation that Lisa gave.

Meanwhile, the room was not as filled as it was. Lynn Jr was at soccer practice, and Lana and Lola were at their bluebell scouts' meeting.

Lisa nodded. "Correct."

"Hmm… Interesting." Haiku said, slowly nodding her head. "I would be honored to partake in this activity. Perhaps we will see a reality where I shed my mortal shell and embrace vampirism."

"Every reality that I watch, I long for that as well." Lucy agreed.

Luna grinned, leaning back to meet the two's gaze. "Well, keep watching. I'm sure we'll find some reality where we're all vampires. Personally, I'm hoping to see a roadie bro, who gets transported to a land where righteous rock fans are being oppressed by some effeminate weirdo with the most luscious hair that he can use to fly."

Luan looked at Luna, eyebrow raised. "That sounded really specific."

"Oh, I hope we see a reality where Lincoln is a fashion model. After seeing him as that chef, there has to be a reality like that!" Leni said as she cheerfully imagined her brother on the cover of a fashion magazine.

"Chef?" Haiku asked, looking at Lucy.

"We have been at this for quite a while. Our father and mother also have taken to watching that specific universe for recipe tips and like a soap opera. Last I heard, they were cheering about how Chef Lincoln showed that, as I quote, 'prissy white haired stuck up brat' real cooking, no that 'food science' mumbo jumbo."

"I see…"

"Alright, everyone settle down. I'm starting the machine." Lisa said, pressing a few buttons.

With that, the screen turned on, showing blackness before starting to transition…

"Are we live?" A brown haired brunette asked as the camera came into focus, clutching her microphone as she reached down to smooth her skirt. She seemed to be in a metropolis, the smooth sidewalks behind her filled to the brim with people that seemed to be watching something on the horizon. Some banners that hanged from the lampposts also seemed to be holographic.

"Yes, we are. Don't worry, we'll edit it out." The camera man said to assure the woman.

"Okay… Greetings, this is May O'Brian of America Central News, reporting live from York City in North America, formerly Area One."

"It has been a few months since the 99th Emperor of the Glorious Empire of Britannia, Lincoln vi Britannia, had taken over the United Federation of Nations by persuading them and the countries they represent to accept Britannia's rule. A betrayal by Lincoln's brother and sister, Prince Schneizel el Britannia and Princess Lucille vi Britannia, who had aligned themselves with the terrorist organization The Black Knights, who were in possession of a F.L.E.I.J.A. warhead. Thankfully, by the might of the Britannian army as well as the sacrifice of the Emperor's Knight of Zero, Clyde McBride, the threat of the Black Knights had been successfully neutralized."

Haiku looked around. "That was strangely explanative. I was under the impression that we would have had to glean something as we watched."

"That's how it usually works." Lucy confirmed. "Still, Lucille? And I was involved with possible warheads. How cruel this version of Lincoln must have been to make myself resort to such destruction."

"She is your alternate self, but that doesn't make her you." Haiku guessed.

Lisa nodded. "Yes, how fortunate that such a explanation for the politics of this world happened to fall into our hands. Still, this is troubling considering the harm that this version of our brother has possibly done. Though part of me is hopeful considering that this news doesn't seem like thinly "

"So in this one, Lincoln managed to take over their version of the UN and essentially controls the world…" Lori said, sorting her feelings on this version of her brother being a tyrant.

"Poor Clyde…" Leni murmured, hoping that this version of Lincoln's best friend didn't suffer.

As May talked, it was becoming clear that she was struggling to inject any enthusiasm into her reporting.

"As of now, the Emperor intends to eliminate this threat to his rule permanently. As we speak, the imprisoned Black Knights as well as the Prince and Princess are being transported to the public area by a squad of Knightmares. Once there, the Emperor will pass judgement on the terrorist organization as well as the Prince. The Princess will then be sentenced to life imprisonment and sent away."

"And punishment without due process. Truly, we are witnessing a dark age." Lisa lamented.

"What do you think Knightmares are? Doubt they could be guarding prisoners with bad dreams." Luna said.

May looked over at the horizon, narrowing her eyes as she strained them to see what was coming over.

"There they come now!" May said, prompting the camera man to turn to the direction that May was pointing. There, off in the distance, something was closer and closer.

"Well...now we definitely know we're not in Kansas anymore." Luna commented, seeing what just came over the horizons.

Lori concentrated on the bottom. "What are those on their feet?"

"Looks like really long roller skates." Leni relied grimacing. "Ugh, the roller skate look doesn't work for them.

Lisa rubbed her chin. "Judging from the design, possibly to give the machines greater mobility on a majority of terrains."

"'Knightmare', huh?" Luan slow clapped. "Whoever named these robots that, I salute you."

"Modeling these machines to resemble knights in shining armor… I'm unsure if to label that ironic or not." Lucy admitted.

Haiku tapped her chin. "Considering what they were like instead of the idealized version that a majority of people hold, I say that they play it straighter than one would realize."

The blue and white colored machines that had just came into view were bipedal, having two arms and two legs, a head atop a protruding chest that looked like it was big enough to hold a pilot inside. They stood around four to five meters tall, wielding guns that looked as tall as three average adult men standing on top of each other. Attached to their ankles looked to be rough approximations of roller skates, allowing the mechs to glide across the road without having to move their legs.

Finally, the last thing that stood out the most about these machines was how they were designed to looked like medieval knights in shining armor, the heads themselves looking both somewhat human and inhuman at the same time.

The three machines passed by, followed by a battalion of familiar if not more advanced tanks. Coming up behind the tank battalion were the unmasked members of the Black Knights. Every single member were dressed in prisoner uniforms and were completely restrained, clamps and locks holding them to their respective slabs.

And each one looked very similar to everyone in the room.

Everyone blinked as they found someone they recognized.

"BOO-BOO BEAR!" Lori said in horror, seeing a version of her boyfriend restrained.

Haiku and Lucy exchanged looks as they spotted their own members of the Morticians Club.

'Please, someone stop that Lincoln.' Luna hoped to herself, seeing a version of Sam still trying to struggle out of her chains.

"Isn't that Ronnie Anne?" Luan asked out loud, seeing an older version of Lincoln's female friend just as restrained.

After the two barges carrying the captured Black Knights passed, a blue tank came into view. This one was a bit larger than the others that had came before it. In the front of the barge, two men stood in top of it. Or more specifically, one man stood guard in front of a man dressed in rags and restrained to his post. While the prisoner looked to have been your typical aristocrat, with fine facial features and looking like he was trying to protect what was left of his dignity.

"Poor guy. Having been named after a german food." Luan couldn't help snickering.

The guard in front of his prisoner was a familiar handsome man with brown hair, his familiar posture of a british gentleman having been replaced with that of a scholar. He was dressed in what looked to be a white suit with blue accents, though it looked to have been modified in order for it to not restrict the man's movements. He stood as if he expected a threat to come out of anywhere, his eyes scanned the crowds, one of them obscured by what looked to be a fancy orange monocle with a winged design.

"...Wow, I must say we have actually managed to find a time that we aren't immediately swooning over Hugh." Lisa noted.

"...He still looks good in that suit." Leni replied.

"I KNOW!" That broke the dam as the rest of the sisters started to gush over Hugh. Lucy looked over to see Haiku with a raised eyebrow. The goth fought to compose herself.

"I mean...He does have his charms…"

Behind Hugh and Schneizel, another barge came closer, the back was elevated upward, shaped like a castle, the front of the structure draped with a carpet with a crest on it, and looked to be a seating area for someone important. However, a familiar face was at the bottom. Staring listlessly at the ground, an alternate Lucy sat, cuffs wrapped around her wrists and ankles that were attached to chains.

Comparatively, this Lucy's expression looked even more monotone, as if she wasn't trying to hide any emotion and more like that she was completely numb to everything around her. Even the clothes she was wearing, a black dress that looked completely new, made her looked like a doll that was about to be thrown away.

"Lucy, what is Lincoln making you wear?" Leni couldn't help asking.

"I do not know, and frankly, I do not wish to know."

Finally, atop the cutoff pyramid, Emperor Lincoln vi Britannia sat upon his throne and looked down at his prisoners and subjects. All in all, he didn't looked radically different from his regular self, save looking a bit older and dressed in the finest clothes that clearly looked to have been made from the most expensive materials that could have ever existed on the earth.

The main difference was how this Lincoln held himself.

Even at his worst, their Lincoln was considerate and had a decent sense of right and wrong, and none of those qualities were present in this Lincoln's demeanor. He sat upon his throne less like a man, and more of a god surveying from his heavenly perch, ready to bring down his wrath upon anyone that he was displeased with.

And considering the position of the prisoners below him, even Lincoln couldn't help but looked a little pleased that he would get to pronounce 'justice' on those that threatened his rule.

"Geez, it's like the limousine thing, only a million times worst!" Luan commented.

"This is definitely not our Lincoln." Lori said with severity.

Meanwhile, all around him, the crowd of people simply watched. While they were thankful that the Black Knights were neutralized and the threat of the FLEIJA warhead was no more, they weren't exactly happy to be under the rule of the Emperor. When Emperor Lincoln first abolished the Area System and formally allowed each conquered nation to call themselves by their name, there was a cautious hope in the air. They dared hope that Emperor Lincoln would be different from his father, different from the rest of the Britannian Empire.

One takeover of the United Federation of Nations had broken that hope, replacing it with the fear that Lincoln was worse.

The procession moved along, silence reigning over the crowd, as well as May O'Brian and her cameraman. As the newswoman continued reporting about the event, the cameraman spotted something off in the distance, further up the road. Curiosity overcoming him, he took his camera off May and used the camera to zoom in.

"Hey, we're still live! What are you-"

"No way…" The cameraman breathed, his eyes widening as he saw who was it that was walking up the street.

"IT'S ZERO!"

"Zorro?"

"Zero, Leni."

"Oh. So it's nothing there? Why are they reacting to it?"

"...Just watch what happens next."

The cameraman's outburst caught May's attention, who's jaw dropped.

"Z-Zero? The missing leader of the Black Knights? What's he doing here?"

The cameraman and May might as well have shouted out the news for the entire crowd to hear. The energy of the atmosphere slowly started to shift. The people's voices slowly began to bubble out of themselves, turning their attention away from the procession to the single man that stopped in the middle of the road.

The man that had appeared in the middle of the road to stop the convoy in its tracks looked nothing like a leader of a terrorist organization. He was dressed in a light purple suit with gold trim, long wrapped sleeves and a frilled white cravat. His black and gold cape went down to the ground, scarlet on the interior, covered the sides of his body from view, and rose up to form a high popped collar. Finally, the man's face was covered by a helmet, the sole features being a one way mirror and a v underneath the 'eye', so to speak.

In all honesty, Zero looked like an aristocrat that had taken a drunken dare to wear something embarrassing on his head. However, he held himself with conviction, that it didn't matter his target was guarded with tanks and giant mechs with guns. It didn't matter.

"Now what is he wearing?" Luna asked. "He looked like he's dressing for a ballroom."

"As much as I think he looks dashing, I think he should definitely invest in some bulletproof vests." Leni admitted.

"Pretty sure you're gonna need some pretty heavy duty bullet proof vests to block something from those guys." Lori snarked.

The most telling reactions came from the prisoners.

"What?" Schneizel said, looking utterly confused.

"Who?" Lucy breathed, staring straight at the Black Knights' leader.

Ronnie Anne looked back and forth as much as she could, the restraints keeping her in place. "That's not possible. Lincoln's Zero, but if he's there, then who's…"

"...Wait, Lincoln was Zero?" Haiku asked, mirroring the confusion on everyone else's face.

"It appears there is more to this story than what we have been shown." Lisa pondered. "Good thing I have been working on features to rectify such problems."

"Really?" Luna said. "How?"

"Well, unfortunately for my first feature, the conditions haven't been met yet."

Zero stared at Lincoln, his blank gaze all but judging the Emperor… and immediately finding him wanting. His arms flourished to the side, revealing the sword strapped to his side. The action immediately put the Emperor on edge, Hugh responding in turn.

"Zero, whoever you are, you might want to rethink your choice of weapon." Luan commented. "There is a reason that people use guns more than swords, especially on giant robots."

"FIRE!" Hugh shouted. Immediately, the giant mechs took aim with their machine guns and fired, the roar of repeating thunder all but assuring the death of Zero.

At least, that's what it should have been.

Zero sprung into action, zig zagging as he ran forward, dodging the gunfire with nearly inhuman speed. Then, to make further mockery of the mechs' efforts, Zero jumped, leaping over the mech's head with room to spare. Landing down behind the mechs and crouching, Zero sprinted forward, his invisible eyes still set on the Emperor.

Luan blinked, before slowly closing her open jaw. "Nevermind. You do you, masked man."

"INCREDIBLE!" Lisa shouted as she started taking notes. "The reaction time and reflexes required for such a feat!"

Hugh frowned as he saw this.

"YOU WILL NOT HARM THE EMPEROR!" He shouted, swinging his arm to the side. Immediately, a golden blade slid out of his sleeve. Jumping from his position, he charged at Zero, slashing at the man with his golden wristblade.

"Okay, that's so stylish!" Leni gushed.

"Why is the blade gold or even a different color?" Haiku asked. "It is an instrument meant to cause harm to others. Why bother even trying to glorify it anymore?"

However, Zero dodged it, jumping over the blade and then springing off Hugh's back like a springboard. The man lost his balance, falling forward to the ground while Zero flew through the air. As he was falling, Hugh did something unexpected.

He smiled.

'Go, masked knight.'

"Okay, what is going on here?" Lori asked. "His giant robot guards miss, the tanks are there for show, his head bodyguard practically gives up without a fight, and now when I look closely, this Lincoln doesn't have any bodyguards near him up next to that throne."

"Not to mention he is also vulnerable to snipers." Lucy pointed out.

"Thanks for that image, Lucy." Luna grimaced.

Zero landed near Lucy, who leaned back in shock, one hand raised up in a futile attempt to defend herself. The man didn't even spare her a glance as he jumped up again, clearing an inhuman height before landing in front of the Emperor. The world seemed to hold its breath, the symbol of rebellion standing in of the the Man that held the world in his hand.

"YOU-"

Emperor Lincoln snarled as he quickly got up from his throne, his hand reaching inside his robes and pulling out a handgun. Just as quickly, Zero drew his sword and swatted the gun out of the Emperor's hand. Clutching his hand and taking a step back, Lincoln's eyes widened as he saw Zero readjust his grip on the sword, presenting the tip to him, before charging forward with the intent to skewer him. Seeing the sword come closer and closer, Emperor Lincoln vi Britannia did something unexpected.

He smirked, as if he was declaring checkmate in a game of chess.

"What is going on?!" Lori asked, clutching her head. "Why is he smiling?!"

"I guess this Lincoln really wants to die, considering he doesn't have any guards next to him on that giant float of his!" Luan replied, still just as bamboozled.

"It does seem extremely reckless." Haiku commented briefly, still having her full attention on Lucy.

Lucy, for the most part, looked like she was fine, if one ignored the tightness of her frown and the skin of her knuckles becoming a bit whiter as she clenched her fists.

It was then that the screen started flashing. Lisa herself got up and began to fiddle with the controls.

"Lisa, what are you doing, and why is the screen flashing like that? Is something broken?" Leni asked.

"First, as if this machine could be broken. Second, that flashing is a indicator of a new feature that I had installed recently. You see, during that last excursion…"

"The one where Lincoln said 'Ying' a lot?" Leni asked.

"THAT DID NOT EXIST AND WE WILL NEVER SPEAK OF THAT DIMENSION AGAIN!" Lisa shouted, before realizing that everyone was leaning back, surprised at Lisa's outburst. The young genius cleared her throat and continued on as if nothing had happened.

"I realized that during our last excursion, the one with time travel and Vincent van Gogh…"

"Oh…" Majority of the people in the room said.

"I will assume that something happened then." Haiku replied.

"Yeah, I got that little speech to Benny to read." Luan grimaced. "It took a solid half-hour for everyone in the Drama Club to stop crying."

"Well, I realized that there was a great deal of context missing that could have been important in understanding what was happening. So I tinkered with the machine to have a indicator of when the Lincoln in that specific dimension encounters stimuli that triggers a specific memory that relates to what's happening. With this new feature, we will able to see into that specific memory and thus, understand a bit more about the situation that we are viewing." Lisa explained.

"...So it's basically a flashback machine?" Luan summarized.

Lisa looked affronted and opened her mouth. Then she grew contemplative, closing her mouth as she rubbed her chin.

"...Curses."

Either way, Lisa pressed a few more buttons, the screen switching to a new scene.

flashback machine?" Luan clarified.

Lisa looked affronted and opened her mouth. Then she looked contemplative and closed her mouth, rubbing her chin. Finally, she turned back to the controls.

"Dang it."

With a push of a button, the scene changed.

The throne room was empty as a couple of side doors opened. The first to come in was the older version of Haiku with green highlights. She wore a black jumpsuit with loose sleeves and flowing pant legs. Though she looked like a normal young woman, one look at her eyes revealed her agelessness and utter apathy of the world around her. She turned around to the guest that she was bringing into the room.

"Come in. He will be here shortly, Clyde."

The man in the shadows nodded. "Thank you, H.H."

Haiku looked at her alternate self, before fingering a lock of her hair.

The alternate Haiku nodded as she moved past the man. The man looked back at the retreating H.H. before walking into the room proper, revealing himself to be an older version of Clyde. This Clyde was taller, and clearly held himself like a soldier, with his wardrobe reflecting his military discipline. His clothing left room for his limbs to move, tight enough that there was nothing extra to snag on something, and roomy enough to hold any amount of concealed weaponry.

"Man, are we sure this is Clyde?" Lori did a double-take, unable to equate this… soldier to Lincoln's nerdy friend.

"Alternate dimensions." Lisa reminded Lori. "Still, I see what you mean. If alternate Haiku give us his name, I would have never guessed that he was Clyde."

"Well." Emperor Lincoln said as he came out of the shadows as well, one arm behind him and holding something in his other hand. "I see that reports of your death were quite exaggerated."

Clyde shrugged. "In the heat of battle, people can miss details quite easily."

The two came closer, yet stopped of meeting each other at the middle. The carpet that led to the throne was now the marker that separated them. Some moonlight shone through the window above the throne, illuminating the area in between them.

"So that is it? The Black Knights have been captured, and you control the world." Clyde summarized.

Lincoln nodded. "Indeed. The Black Knights were the only group with enough strength to stand against me. Public opinion of me and my reign is at an all time low, at least according to the people that are brave enough to run polls on me and the people who are brave enough to answer."

"Wait, you're a dictator that allows opinion polls to be run on you?" Luan shook his head. "A dictator who still kind of cares for his public image, unbelievable."

"Not so." Lucy commented.

"Indeed, one merely has to look at North Korea and the Soviet Union during the reign of Stalin." Haiku added.

With that, Lincoln smirked as he looked at the black king chess piece. "With that, the conditions for Zero Requiem have been met. All the world's hate is centered on me, and they have seen the horrors that one man's pride and ego can inflict upon the world. I'm sure that if given one more chance, they will all work together to ensure that no more men like me will ever arise again. And with all the world finally working together in harmony, humanity may finally start advancing again. All it needs…"

Lincoln let the king piece drop to the ground.

"Is for the black king to fall once and for all."

"...That's his plan?" Lisa whispered.

Clyde looked down at the piece. "Yes."

"And that's why I called you here." Lincoln said as he pulled out what he was hiding behind his back. Clyde blinked as he stared at the item. Lincoln held out the helmet.

Clyde took it, his stare reflected in Zero's helmet.

Lincoln serenely smiled. "Rejoice, Clyde. You will get to kill me after all."

"However, do not just think of this as your duty. This will also be your atonement. Zero will be the symbol of the people, the vanguard against injustice wherever he goes. Who better to play that role than a dead man whose life was spent pursuing world peace and sacrificing nearly everything to achieve it?"

Lori blinked. "Okay, what did this Clyde do?"

Clyde stared at the helmet, before looking up and giving his answer.

"I accept this duty."

Lincoln nodded. "Good… and one more thing, Clyde."

"Yes?"

The 'Demon Emperor' allowed one more slip of his mask.

"Take care of Lucy."

The scene switched back, just in time to see Zero plunge his sword into Lincoln's chest.

"OH MY GOD!" Lori screamed, leaning back.

Everyone leaned back, utterly shocked.

Haiku noticed that Lucy had gone stock still. The older goth quickly held Lucy's hand.

The world seemed to stop as everyone struggled to accept the reality that was happening before them.

It was then that Lincoln coughed up blood onto his hand, his body supported by the sword sticking through his chest. Looking at his bloodied hand in shock, he looked up at the man that dealt him such a mortal wound. He reached up.

He smeared his blood on Zero's helmet.

To nearly all who were there, it was a last act of defiance.

To two, it was a passing of the torch.

Zero withdrew his blade. Lincoln stumbled, his legs rapidly losing their strength. He took one step, two steps…

His feet found the edge.

He slipped down. The crest that adorned the carpet became dirtied with a streak of blood down the middle. Finally, he reached the bottom, landing in front of Lucy.

As the crowd looked around, the energy starting to bubble to the surface, Lucy crawled over to Lincoln. Clinically, she noted all the blood that was spilling out. He was going to die if he didn't get medical attention, and it was doubtful anyone would want to heal the 'demon emperor.'

She still took his hand, holding it tightly in her own.

Yet, even now, she still couldn't equate her brother with the man that was dying in front of her.

Why did he do all this? Why did he bring all this suffering and hurt into the world? What was his reason?

"Why?" She asked, already not expecting an answer, looking down at Lincoln's slowly cooling hand.

"I…"

Lucy looked up. Lincoln stared right at her.

"I...destroy this world...and...make it anew…"

Lincoln's words failed him. Lucy already knew the last two words left unsaid.

For you.

Lucy stared at him. Then one tear slipped down her cheek. Then another. Another. Soon, Lucy was gripping her brother's hand tightly, as if gripping harder could slow the blood loss.

Tears followed as well.

"No no no… Lincoln, stay with me. You can't go. What good is a new world if we can't see it together?"

Lincoln's hand started to get colder.

"Lincoln!"

There was so much blood spilling onto the floor.

"LINCOLN!"

Lincoln closed his eyes.

Lucy stared.

"LINCOLN!"

"The Demon Emperor is dead, free the prisoners!" A group of hidden rebels came out, rushing towards the imprisoned Black Knights.

Hugh got up and talked into a wrist mounted communicator. "The Emperor is down! All units retreat!"

Zero swung his sword to the side, flicking the blood of it before raising it skyhigh. The energy of the situation finally ignited.

"ZERO! ZERO! ZERO!"

Even when she was released from her chains, Ronnie Anne had eyes for nothing other than the two that were at the bottom of the throne. Bobby joined her shortly.

Lucy buried her head on Lincoln's shoulder.

Her mourning for her brother were drowned out by the sound of cheers, rejoicing in the death of a demon.

Lisa turned off the console and looked up. There was not a dry eye in the room.

"...Idiotic…"

Lori looked up from her box of tissues. "What?"

"That plan is...so...STUPID!" Lisa screamed, making everyone clutch their ears.

"How can you say that?" Leni asked. "That Lincoln sacrificed his life for world peace."

"THEN IT WAS A SENSELESS SACRIFICE IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORLD! 'FOCUS ALL THE WORLD'S HATRED ON ME?' ARE YOU SAYING THAT HE MANAGED TO STOP RACISM, SEXISM, CLASSISM AND ALL THE OTHER ISMS FROM HAPPENING?! EVEN THEN, THINK OF THE POWER VACUUM THAT NOW HAPPENING BECAUSE HE LEFT HIS THRONE WITHOUT A HEIR! NOT TO MENTION, THINK OF HOW MUCH GOOD HE COULD HAVE DONE RULING THE WORLD! BUT NO, HE THROWS IT ALL AWAY FOR THE SAKE OF PASSING THE BUCK OFF TO SOMEONE ELSE!"

"OH YEAH, LISTEN TO THE EINSTEIN SAY 'IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER FOR OUR BROTHER TO RULE THE WORLD!" Luna said as she stood up. "YOU SAID IT YOURSELF, THERE IS A LOT OF THINGS THAT WE DON'T KNOW ABOUT, SO HE PROBABLY ALREADY THOUGHT OF THAT! EVEN THEN, HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? YOU JUST SAY LINCOLN GET KILLED, YOU WANT TO CRITICIZE HIS POLICIES!"

"LISA DOES HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT LINCOLN'S PLAN IS STUPID, BECAUSE IT IS STUPID!" Luan said as she got up into Luna's face. "WORLD PEACE AIN'T GOING TO MAKE ITSELF HAPPEN BECAUSE EVERYONE DIDN'T LIKE ONE PERSON. IF THAT WAS IT, THEN WE SHOULD BE LIVING IN A GOLDEN AGE SINCE, YOU KNOW, HITLER HAPPENED!"

"ARE YOU FORGETTING THAT IT IS A DIFFERENT WORLD THERE?!" Lori pushed Luan back. "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THE PLAN WORKED! HECK, HITLER NEVER TOOK OVER THE WORLD, SO DON'T TRY ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN! YOU'RE A WANNABE COMEDIAN, NOT A POLITIC ANALYZER!"

"That version of me didn't even want it." Lucy said, looking at the gathering group. "That version of me didn't even want Lincoln to sacrifice himself. Did that Lincoln ask that version what I wanted? DID HE EVER-"

"Enough. All of you." Haiku's calm voice stopped everyone. "First of all, can you see that your sister there is hyperventilating?"

Everyone looked over to see Leni, tears pouring down her face as she held her mouth. Lori immediately went over and hugged Leni. Leni stared forward for a moment, before latching onto her older sister.

"Second, seeing even a 'tyrant' version of your brother being killed must be extremely traumatic. We should stop for today."

Lisa nodded. "Yes, we should stop for today. We should…"

As everyone slowly filtered out of the room, Haiku looked at Lucy.

"Lucy, are you well?"

"...No, no."

As the two walked out of the room, everyone didn't notice the cracked door or the person peeking.

'What the heck is going on in there?' Lincoln thought to himself.


Author's Notes:

Yeah...didn't expect that last part, huh?