If someone were to see their own death—how it happens, what leads to it, how everything plays out—
Most people would break.
Fear would come first. Then denial. Then desperation.
And if they were given even the smallest chance to change it… they would take it without hesitation.
Because if you can see that far ahead—
Then it should be avoidable.
Right?
That's how it should work.
But fate doesn't care about "should."
It isn't a suggestion.
It isn't a possibility.
It's a thread.
A single, unyielding line that pulls every branching path back into one end. No matter how much things change, no matter how far you try to stray—
It all leads back.
An inevitability.
Even the gods understood that much. They didn't interfere, not because they couldn't—but because breaking something that was meant to happen came with consequences far worse than letting it play out.
And whatever followed after that…
Was entirely on the one who chose to break it.
