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A mad man was hard to pinpoint. Even knowing the Doctor in the way she did; as intimately as she did so that it was nearly uncomfortable for her, there were still some unpredictable points about him. Things, seemingly determined by random chance. For why he decided to acknowledge her with that set of words, she could not fathom. Knowing his thoughts before he even assumed them would not help. It would only allow her to know that they had nothing to do with the phrase that escaped his lips. And to that, she had no response to. To her, it was but a meaningless eccentricity. She'd sooner learnt the secrets of the multiverse than the truth behind it.

He, unsurprisingly, remembered what Shatterpoints were. With the impact that they had had on him as used by herself, she'd be surprised if he didn't maintain those memories of being undone and then put back together from the basest particles and energies. Shatterpoints: The wounds of the multiverse. These infinitesimal points represented only the imperfections of any given existence whether it be a corporeal construct or an ephemeral thought. Normally imperceptible and uninteractive with the world they inhabit, it takes a unbelievably focused effort in order to even manipulate one of these points... but once grasped, are easily destroyed, unmaking the object of which they scar. Most points are small and representative of the flawed nature of reality... but there are those points brought about by great instability which could cause calamity if triggered, like the one Hebi nearly destroyed.

She rose her arms up, open-palmed, as if to defend herself from Hebi's discerning gaze. ''Oh, no, my disturbance of your work has already altered the course of this timeline. You wouldn't be able to reproduce that trajectory if you tried now...'' She didn't bother explaining, not giving away precisely why it was impossible for him. As it was, the chance that Hebi would have damaged the shatterpoint was so astronomically low that it needed to be rendered in scientific notation... an unbelievable coincidence. But by now the variables have changed, and he didn't have nearly the exact measurement capabilities to reproduce the mistake, let alone track the Shatterpoint. ''I saved you a lot of trouble. Whether you care for this area or not, your experiment would not have gone unnoticed if a singularity had been formed.''

Almost in mirror stance to the snake-shaped appendage that crept from under the Doctor's cowl, Nozomi's shadow began to rise and move of its own accord. The ivory dust texture of a woman's skin emerged from the utter darkness, to show the playful face of Aera sticking her tongue out, as a snake might. It was perhaps a conversation of its own between them, apart from any significance. It had no bearing on the experiment about to take place, once again...

She offered no further assistance to the Doctor in his efforts to breach the realm of opposites, the Black World. She did not comment on just how rough the design of his device was, or the obvious damage it would cause to him and the fabric of space as a result. It was his crossing between the Inverse that created those shatterpoints in the first place; such grievous wounds in the flesh of the universe. She didn't, because that would take away what the Doctor desired from his experiments. He would lose the joy of performing science, and seeing that... indeed, he could open the rift and achieve his goal under his own work, despite the imperfection of it. When the way was opened between their universe and the inverse universe, a sharp gasp of awe came from behind Nozomi, attributed to Aera's wonderment at seeing her old realm again.

''Travel between realms has become commonplace, even a personal skill for some. It's not even a talking point anymore. But the crossing between different realms and different universes are two completely separate feats. You need to breach a much greater gulf in order to achieve that...'' She glanced over to him with a small grin pasted across her lips, arms crossed over her chest. The aura she was projecting admitted a sense of congratulations.
It was similar to a spiritual sort of applause, for the achievement being displayed. But those eyes of hers—the piercing red ones which had an effect all their own—stripped him of the comfort of seclusion his thoughts usually enjoyed. She was shameless in her ability to predict what he was thinking, answering questions only asked within the confines of his brain.

''I don't need to tell you that there are not many people with that kind of ability to break through. I could count them with only the fingers of my hands, Doctor. So when I sense the reverberations of someone doing exactly that, it's not hard to find.'' Perhaps there was some sort of hidden threat laced into the tone of her voice, with the way she said it... it was a fleeting anomaly that passed quickly. After a short pause, the First Quincy continued with her explanation. ''I also don't need to tell you that things can go terribly wrong with the misuse of that technology, so naturally I investigated it. I may have excused myself of the public eye for the most part, but I'm not dead. I need to make sure someone doesn't blow up a universe or say... accidentally create a black hole.''

Proceeding that, she took a strong leap of faith by stepping past Hebi and moving into the Inverse World using his portal. The transportation succeeded without a hitch, so that the woman could look back through the rift to the serpentine scientist, an approving expression gracing her face. ''Thankfully, everything seems to have worked out.''