The true Lewis thought about it for a moment, and nodded. “Mia’s right. That’s true. I am a grandfather.” Simone stood up and Lewis followed, the two stepping down from the throne. “But now that everyone is a little more cooperative, I think we should set some ground rules.”
The younger, misguided Lewis pointed his dagger at the true Lewis and Simone. “You died and made yo-”
The true Simone closed the gap between her and the edgy Lewis in an instant, and disarmed him, throwing him into an armlock. “You were really, really annoying, you know that?”
“I do,” Lewis replied with a smirk. “You calmed me down a lot.”
“I did what!?” A younger Simone replied, turning bright red.
Xeik sighed, “How the hell did you two manage to even get together in all of this?”
Lewis shrugged. “Anyway, let’s set some ground rules. First, let’s get names out of the way.” He pointed at the edgy Lewis, who was still locked in place by Simone. “You were right before I met Raith. A wild and edgy version of myself that had no idea what he wanted. We’ll just make it simple and call you Edge.”
“Like fucking hell you wi-” He started, but was cut off with a scream of pain as Simone tightened her lock.
“The youngest version of myself is quiet enough. Mouse will do. And the older version that was…for lack of a better word, ‘tamed’ by Simone…we’ll call you Snow.”
“What’s that short for?” Snow asked.
“Snowball. The bird,” Lewis replied. He looked to Xeik. “And your younger version. We’ll call him Dawn, after the guild.”
“Works for me,” both of the Xeik’s replied at the same time. Some things never really changed.
“And why do we have these stupid names, and you get to keep yours?” Edge asked, glaring through the pain.
“Because it’s obvious that we’re the truest versions.”
It was the first time that all of the true versions of themselves had been present during a dream dive. Perhaps all of the work they had done during previous ones had finally paid off. The other rooms were locked, and all of their dark secrets were sealed away. Both Lewis and Simone had their own demons, and they had dealt with them. Now, they were content with keeping them out of the way.
Lewis looked to the line of Simones, who seemed to be expecting him to name them as well. “Well, you’re obvious,” he pointed as the Guide was practically hopping up and down. “Guide.” He smiled as she spun around.
“Who are you?” Lewis asked as he looked at a younger, more well dressed Simone.
“I’m..,Simone?” she replied. This version of Simone seemed depressed. “I just want to go home to my husband. But I…I don’t think he likes me…” She looked down.
“That’s the first Simone you ever met. And killed,” the Guide said. “The Baroness.”
“Baroness it is,” Lewis replied. “And you?”
The next in line was a young Simone, even younger than the Baroness. She seemed skittish, but content. “You named my Lewis after Snowball. I’m surprised he didn’t get mad.”
“Right…the tower. Uh…”
“Damsel!” the Guide said with a grin. “Cause she’s a princess in a tower, guarded by a fierce dragon.” She gave Snow a wink.
“Now, the other two. The Princess…since that’s definitely what you are,” he said to a younger, child Simone. “Innocent…before things went wrong. And last…”
Before he could name the last Simone, a blade came from the dark, aimed at the Baroness Simone. On reflect, Lewis caught it, just barely saving her.
Another Lewis rushed the group, and was immediately thrown down by Xeik. “Another one!? Just how many versions of all of you are there!?
Lewis walked up to the younger version of himself. “Ah yes…the Assassin. Trained by Raith. All you cared about was power…”
“And you let your heart get in the way of a job,” the Assassin spat back. “Weak…”