"Do you think we're friends in every universe?"
"There's not how the multiverse works."
Crow throws up his hands, looking down at where the Young Wolf is tapping away furiously at a datapad on the bench next to him. "Oh, of course. Traveler forbid we use our imaginations."
The Guardian looks up, rolling their eyes. "But like, objectively that's not how it works. There's infinities within infinities of the universe there's infinite worlds where we're friends, infinite worlds where we're enemies, infinite worlds where we're something between, infinite worlds where we're something more. Infinite worlds where we don't even know each other. That's how infinity works. Infinity exists within itself. Infinity contains multitudes of infinity. Does that make sense?"
"...kind of?" Crow half-answers.
The Guardian shrugs. "Well. It's complicated. But to answer your question, no. But we're friends in an infinite number of them. And we're friends in this one. And that's good enough."
Crow smiles. "Yea, that is good enough."