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Beta-read chapter five of Context Switch.

Mia cocked her head. "It is good to have other people who like fighting. We should fight sometime. Maybe after I hatch."

Jesus. What was even going on in that world? He put the bottle back on the table, slumped back on the couch. Did he want to know? Probably not. "Not that much of a lie, huh. Great. What about before this nine-month break from hunting down criminals?" (These kids had been doing this for the...

Mia looked blankly at him. "No. We will be fine. Even if we don't save Eien. There doesn't have to be somebody else who knows how to be me. The other me didn't have anyone like that either."

"I mean, nobody's spying on everyone 24/7, but this is kids as young as ten we're talking about. You can't just send a fucking ten-year-old out to fend for themselves for a span of months and shrug and hope for the best without some kind of assurance that someone will notice if something goes...

"I mean, yeah, but kids stay on the routes and trainer transport. There are adults around, rangers making sure you're not wandering off somewhere you could get eaten, or getting into fights with fucking criminal gangs. If you want to go off doing whatever at your own risk you need to be eighteen...

"Then Diyem could just as well do that," Mia said. "Eien wouldn't know any more than him."

"Yeah, well, good track record or no, kids have no business trying to take down people with guns." Dave took a swig of his drink and put it down on the coffee table. At least Starr didn't like this one bit either. "So, what, in your universe kids just go on a trainer journey and nobody worries...

"I know that. But if we don't become Eternatus, then Eien doesn't know how to make us strong or learn about ourselves either. We'll be something new."

"Maybe." Mia paused. "Do you think we will become Eternatus?"

"Yes. This one absorbs impact. Eternatus has solid armor. That would be nice."

Younger. Of course they fucking were. Kids, just brimming with drive to go fight a bunch of armed lunatics. "Christ." He clenched his jaw. Fuck it. He heaved himself off the couch to get a bottle out of the fridge. And what, you can't stop your actual child friends getting themselves killed...

Mia tilted her head. "We don't know anything about what we'll look like after hatching. There hasn't been anyone like us. But I want to be more solid."

"Dave is just a normal human. He will probably be dead in thirty or forty years. Maybe less. He drinks a lot and that lowers life expectancy." Would she live for centuries? That was interesting. The other her aged faster than a normal human, so she would probably have died early too, even if...

Mia frowned. What was he talking about? "Why would we see each other centuries from now and be different people?"

Dave raised an eyebrow at the seventeen. No reason to think a country in a different fucking universe couldn't have a different legal age of majority, but still, a fucking seventeen-year-old was a goddamn kid. She couldn't be older than what, eighteen or nineteen now. And she'd strongly implied...

Mia nodded slowly. "Dave wants to go back. He wouldn't like being here forever. But I like Cibus. This body is better and everyone here likes fighting."

Was that it? Mia cocked her head. Maybe. Maybe if he went back he'd be normal. But then he'd also be gone. "I don't want him to leave," she said, frowning. "I didn't like it when he was in the Voidlands."

Not like they'd assign a kid to carry out a hit or anything like that. She'd said five years. Five years from the age of twelve. His chest burned, but the fire was dampened by cold darkness, couldn't quite grow into the pure righteous rage he really could've used right now. He was so fucking...

Owen was saying again that he kept being made to want things he didn't want. He could just go on wanting the new thing, but he also wanted to not want things he didn't originally want. Maybe that did make some sense. "I like fighting and meat because I think like a Scyther. Pokémon in my...