America | 13
"The Demiurge is a person... was a person," She frowned it was hard to explain, even for her. "Growing up he was like this giant brilliant thing in the sky watching over us, making the Utopian Parallel safe for us all, but then I went out into the multiverse and I met him, before he became the Demiurge and he's just a boy." It was weird to think about Billy ending up there at some point, the way their realities crossed and moved around one another like that. And she wondered what it meant for the Billy she knew and cared for, if he simply ceased being when that time came or if it was something different.
Loki had gone through the door with the Doctor, America didn't know what to think of that. "Well as long as you know then." The Doctor seemed smart, so of course she'd be able to tell that he could be a little tricky. So that was probably for the best.
That was complicated, but she supposed that the Doctor was right, if he was some sort of previous version of her then he had to be okay for her to be there at all. Paradoxes were confusing and America didn't really like them at all. "Well that's good."
"You did mention that." She said with a low laugh when the Doctor complimented her name again and then breathed out slowly, "Um, it's been about two and a half months, maybe a little more." It had been long enough that she was starting to not be entirely sure how long it had been exactly which was just further proof that she'd been here for too long. "I don't really like being stuck."