Corwin shrugged and tried to make sense of it. "What the hell, a time machine? It can't be, what? How?" "Shut the fuck up!" Corwin barked, still trying to think. "No way that crazy fucker could have built a time machine," added Harland, "It's not even possible." Corwin didn't know what to make of it and looked to Lecia. She was lurking ominously behind them all. It was clear in his eyes that her mind was forever grinding away, but she rarely spoke her thoughts. It was her insight he wanted. "What do you think?" "If Beyett says there is a time machine, then there is a time machine," she replied confidently. Corwin shook his head, knowing she was right. "We don't have time for this," added Porter, "We came here to end Villiers life. Let's get to it." "Don't you see? Villiers knows this war is lost, but what if he could go back and do it all differently? If that machine really exists, and really works, this could all be over the minute he steps through. If he is anywhere right now, it will be where that machine is." "Sarge, you don't really believe this shit?" "It's not for me to believe it or not, Porter.
