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How Many Times Have We Done This
Inside the cabin, Leif discovers leather—stacks of it, enough to make a dozen complete armour suits. Katita measures him with calipers and thread, her hands moving with surgical muscle memory. He realizes: the leather is pre-made, waiting. The cabin itself is palimpsest—marks on the walls dated years apart, a child's drawing (weathered, water-stained, unnamed), a music box playing a half-familiar melody. This moment has recurred. Katita, fitting leather to his shoulders, asks Katita: “Hey Leif. How about you and me make a baby.” Not romance: strategy. A child born in one loop might survive into the next, become a message, break the spin. The hand cannon on the wall bears gouges from previous crashes. Leif touches the drawing's date and realizes it matches his memory of waking. Which loop am I in now?