I've done a bit of messing about with time, myself. It tends to end up badly. For someone, somewhere along the line.

[Like herself. She tilts her head a bit. What he says to her is so... strange and yet comforting. She'd often wondered if her mum had thought things about her before she died. That she had confidence in her daughter like Bro did in his kid.]

I'm sure he did. You supported him before. He'll make you proud.