I think our reality is being treated like a tapestry that the Fox is plucking at every thread of as they choose. She can look at all variations of it and does.

[Kaeya walks towards the door just as the screen returns to the campfire and his people weeping. He forces his face to seem unaffected. Just a knight. But he isn’t. And he feels that weight a little more every day.]

I think I’m correct. I’ve been here for two years. But, I’m uncovering all I didn’t know about our reality. I’m willing to account for new information and adjust my view.

[He nods to the screen. Where the clan of Alberich teaches his child self how to write Teyvatan.] I’m after the truth.