"Or avoided it," Nine mused, moving towards a large bay of trees in the distance. "It's possible something happened to avert the War." What that would be, he couldn't guess. If anyone knew that Time often hinged on the most inconsequential of events, he certainly did.
Silently he walked towards one of the larger trees, silver branches wide and gleaming, then began to climb it. The sun was dipping lower in the red sky, and he wouldn't miss this for anything.