But this only came to him with the wisdom of hindsight. As he lived each of the restarts, he refused to accept it, and instead tried to live like he normally would. It was rather boring, yes, but what if this particular restart was the one where it ended? The restart where the consequences of his choices would not magically disappear at two past midnight on the night of the festival. And each time his watch ticked to that fateful moment and the next thing he knew was the pain and Kiri’s voice.
He was through with that, though. He couldn’t go on like this. Excluding the invasion bit, the month had been a bore even the first time around, and he had lived through it eight times already. He knew the first month curriculum well enough by now to get near-perfect scores in all subjects, even wa
