“You said if he’s alive. What if we killed him? Now? To one decimal point. If I use my power.”
“Thirty one point two percent chance someone kills him before he leaves the city, if you use your power.
Huh. If that number would change without Coil’s power, it means it’s gotta be someone Coil sent, such as the Undersiders or the Travelers. (The Travelers seem better suited for this job.)
It doesn’t happen until fifteen years from now, if you do.”
…I see. So whatever Jack has to do with this, it’s only a hastening factor, and the end of the human species on Earth will just be delayed by his death.
“So it still happens?” Coil asked.
“Yes. Always happens.”
Well, shit.
Hm. I have a feeling Jack’s not going to get killed after all. This seems like a story-climactic thing being planned out – although yes, I’m still aware that this story is written by the seat of Wildbow’s pants – and I doubt we’ll be going until fifteen years from now (in-universe).
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