How can we do it when we don’t even exist? Who says we don’t exist? The question is not whether I exist, but what I am and who I am. Even if indeed I am just weak impulses in the duality of Major, that doesn’t necessarily take away our little existence. What about my free will? I’m working on that, Sophie. But Hilde’s father certainly knew that he was planning it. Music girl be strong be brave be humble be badass poster. Of course. But he doesn’t know what the plan is like. I am trying to find a fulcrum Archimedes. If we can’t get out of the major’s sticky fantasies before he gets to Bjerkely, we’re done.