Time was inevitable, cruel, merciless, and ever-flowing; even the warden who wields such power wasn't an exception. She, too, felt its effect, for she who had so little time she tried over and over again in an endless cycle of failure, regression, and so on. Now she's greeted by the very wielder of such authority, at her lowest point, and the anger she held couldn't be snuffed
"Why did you call right when I was certain about the perfect pla-"
"Perfect my ass. I don't think you'd be this desperate. What's wrong? They're nothing but mere pawns destined to be sacrificed-"
Rachel cuts him off and replies. "Shut up! That's for me to decide. Their death is useless. So why shouldn't I save them,"
"Is it now? Then may I ask... are they valuable? Yes, their death is a pity," Chronos walked over to Rachel's group and glanced back at her. "But what difference does it make to save them? Their nothing more than a liability,"