"We can be sure of one thing, though… it has a will of its own," Leon said, his brows knitting into a deep frown.
The weight of his words hung in the air, and after a moment of silence, he continued in his explanation, making sure Harry fully understood all he was saying.
It all traced back to when he was erased from time by Kronos, a moment which would forever be unforgettable to him.
Back then, in the void of existence, he found himself in a strange white room, very similar to the one they stood in presently.
However, the room wasn't the most shocking aspect of it all. Instead, the true shock came from the voice which spoke out to him in that space, as well as the ethereal hand that stretched out to him.
Leon could still remember everything vividly, as if it happened just yesterday.
Taking the hand had been the first step, the first act of rejection against the cruel fate Kronos had forced upon him.