"Are we to assume then, that time is a thing? Oh my! The chaos that'd bring... " The smooth skin of Miles' forehead rumpled; the crease was teasingly impressed to stay and did not soften, even as he went on to explain. The curve of both his brows ascending. "How much sense it makes, however, and how clever of you to endeavor, and for everyone else's sakes." his index and thumb cradled his chin, where it was nestled and stroked. He hmm'd audibly. "Then again, man invented time--for this, the chagrin of believing it was in and of itself, would give yourself, and I, quite a climb toward a mountain we might miss. You're right, though, Theo... all we imagine might make itself, all right! And in so doing, we invented time."
He nodded sagely, the node in his crinkled brow softening. "Quite. And what a crime. Imagine a world where we needn't time breathing down our back? Waiting around the corner like a robber, with a sack! Waiting to shove us in, and oh, that cunning time, with a grin!"