WHO: Ambrose Spellman WHEN: Early Thursday morning WHERE: The attic at the Spellman mortuary WHAT: Ambrose discovers his future? past? back home WARNINGS: Spoilers Part 3 Finale. Guilt. Angst. References to death.
If he was a normal mortal, Ambrose would have experienced an entire lifetime of memories in a single night which he deemed enough to drive a man insane. Or rather, insane again. Apparently this was not the first time.
But if he was correct, then the decades he'd spent slowly descending into madness and then breaking free shouldn't have remained with him, and for that Vallo was crueler than his life back home, where he could only assume his counterpart remained blissfully unaware, saved from his tortured future by Sabrina.
One of the Sabrinas.
Somewhere another version of himself was dealing with the time paradox his cousin had inevitably created. He knew that Ambrose would focus on that to avoid contemplating the guilt he undoubtedly felt knowing that he was the one who had told Sabrina to continue on her quest for the Unholy Regalia, betraying her family. Or the fact that he'd then held the decision against her later on.
The time paradox was at least a problem the other Ambrose could help solve. The guilt was something they would both have to learn to live with, though Ambrose wished he knew nothing of it.
More than anything, however, he wished could escape the dual memories of Prudence. The most horrifying, where she lay dying in his arms, telling him to abandon her. Or where she lived to hate him, abandoning him to finish the quest that he had failed her on.
It was still early, but there was no chance that he could fall back asleep, the walls of the attic seemingly constricting on him as he struggled to regain his breath. He needed air, and space, and to somehow feel as though the world wasn't crumbling in all around him.