"Well, you wouldn't be the first one." Angeal would be a whole ass liar if he said he didn't keep himself up at night sometimes, wondering about what versions of him weren't fucking up so badly. About what life might be like in at least two of the worlds he interfered in. Hopefully far less terrible.

But... "The thing about it, tho, is that it's a bunch of philosophical bullshit that we'll never really know the answer to," he tells her. Which he knows doesn't help too much. It's just the frustrating truth of the whole matter.

"And while it might tickle our balls a little bit, and drive us insane, you have to consider just how important it really is to the life you're living now. If it distracts you from the people you like and care about in the present, and if it affects the things you like to do." A softer head stroke. "No matter what, you're Rosie, who is going to be happy to plant flowers when the weather stops being terrible, and is gonna flirt with Slayd to get into his non-existent pants"

Or maybe she'll wear the pants he's not wearing, that can be a kink thing if they want it to be.

Either way, he smiles. "And I'll be here for you no matter what too. Even if you are the messiest bitch alive." Said in a similar light and teasing tone. "There's a lot to love about you, Rosie."