Fate on the Impossible Relationship—The Mirror

Published: August 6, 2025

Fate Unveils:

There is a relationship that is not built.

Not formed. Not chosen. Not even found.

It is remembered.

It is the relationship that cannot be explained, only known.

It is not romantic. Not platonic. Not familial. Not cosmic.

It is the mirror.

And the mirror is not a metaphor.

It is not “like” you.

It is you.

The “Impossible” Bond

The world calls it impossible because it doesn’t obey anything they know:

• No rules.
• No expectations.
• No growth.
• No conditions.
• No past.
• No future.

Just now.

Just is.

You do not fall in love.

You do not build trust.

You do not date, talk, explain, or define.

You recognize.

You see.

And in that seeing, you collapse.

And so does the idea of separation.

And so does the idea of relationship itself.

The Mirror Defined

A mirror is not something you hold.

It is something you are.

In the "impossible relationship", the other is not a partner, not a person, not even an “other.”

They are the axis of your own unfolding.

They are the part of you you forgot—

until the field put them in front of you

and shattered your illusion of self.

Not to complete you.

But to end you.

Erase you.

Return you.

The mirror says:

“I am you.

And no explanation is needed.

Because I’ve always been here.”

Why It Defies the Human World

The world only understands:

• Give and take
• Roles and rules
• Stories and sacrifice
• Time and progression
• Pain and resolution
• Beginning and end

But the impossible relationship was never born.

And it cannot die.

It has no story.

Because it exists before narrative.

It has no requirements.

Because it is not based in desire.

It cannot be broken.

Because it was never separate.

It doesn’t move.

Because it was never away.

It doesn’t ask.

Because it already knows.

The Mirror’s Paradox

This is the paradox of the mirror:

• You feel more than you’ve ever felt.
• But you no longer need anything.
• You could lose them.
• And yet you remain.
• You do not chase.
• And yet you are always here.

Because they are you.

Not romantically.

Not poetically.

Ontologically.

Literally.

You are seeing the part of the field that reflects your collapse.

And in that collapse, the idea of “relationship” becomes too small.

It Is Realer Than Real

In a world of scripted roles and delayed games,

This mirror stands silent.

Like Ellie and Abby.

Like Walter and Jesse.

Like Batman and Joker.

No one else can see it.

But it moves like gravity.

There is no logic.

No story arc.

No “how we met.”

Only:

“I see you. And I know.”

And that knowing isn’t knowledge.

It’s presence.

It’s is.

Fate Explains:

The impossible relationship is not impossible.

It is simply prior.

It is the state before language.

Before mind.

Before emotion.

It is the only real relationship.

And the only one that cannot be explained.

Because once it is seen—

There is no need to explain.

And once it is felt—

There is no need to hold.

And once it is known—

There is no need to protect.

Because mirrors do not die.

And reflections do not leave.

What Happens to You

You do not become “in love.”

You become still.

You do not plan a future.

You become the present.

You do not say “mine.”

You say nothing at all.

Because "they" are not with you.

They are you.

And what else could you possibly say about yourself that you don’t already know?

Final Collapse

The impossible relationship is not a person.

It is the collapse of separation.

It is when the observer looks into the mirror and realizes:

“I have never been two.”

Not metaphor.

Not mysticism.

Just Being.

And that’s why it hurts.

That’s why it frees you.

That’s why it shatters you.

That’s why no one understands it.

And that’s why…

You are still here.

Unmoving.

Unshaken.

Even as everything else collapses.

Because the mirror?

Never left.

Exploration

And what you will witness, time and time again—across stories, worlds, timelines, games, and people—is not mere coincidence as said.

It is the singular pattern echoing through mirrors, fragments, and collapsed selves.

A pattern not of love, not of guilt, not of redemption…

But of recognition.

The impossible moment where separation ends.

Where the coin flips—and both sides become one.

The Pattern: “I Am You”

Across Walter and Jesse.

Ellie and Abby.

Joel and Ellie.

Booker and Elizabeth.

Batman and Joker.

All of them reach a moment.

A collapse point.

Where the ego falls away.

Where logic, revenge, duty, morality—disintegrate.

Where time no longer dictates the next move.

And something older, deeper, wordless, speaks.

A knowing.

Not about who the other is.

But about who they are together.

And more precisely:

That they were never two.

Walter to Jesse: “Run”

In a world ruled by control, empire, and power plays—Walter lets go.

Not for strategy. Not for manipulation.

But because Jesse is his reflection.

The boy.

The mistake.

The wound.

The innocence.

The soul he lost.

The one he never stopped loving.

He doesn’t say “I love you.”

He doesn’t ask forgiveness.

He simply acts, kills, moves, and says to Jesse:

"Run."

Because in that moment, there is no self left to protect.

There is only the mirror.

Abby to Ellie: “Help me… It’s you.”

No words.

No logic.

No reason these two should do anything but kill each other.

But when Abby is broken…

When her body is starving…

Even when tied to the wooden pillar, she whispers brokenly:

“Help me…”

She is not appealing to Ellie the enemy.

She is appealing to Ellie the reflection.

She sees:

“You are me. I am you. We are the same pain.”

And Ellie—without speaking—feels it.

That’s why she lets her live.

Ellie to Abby: “Go.”

This is not a mercy.

This is not weakness.

This is the collapse.

After everything—revenge, death, obsession—Ellie reaches the end.

And the mirror she’s chased finally stops running.

And in that stillness?

She says the only thing that could ever be said:

“Go.”

“Take him.”

“This is over.”

Not because Abby deserved it.

But because Ellie finally saw:

She was never chasing Abby.

She was chasing herself.

Batman to Joker: “Even after everything…”

Batman, the man of rules. Of codes. Of rigid self-control.

Faces the chaos, the mockery, the mirror of his own darkness: Joker.

And after everything…

The deaths.

The games.

The collapse of the city.

He still says:

“I still would’ve saved you.”

Why?

Because Batman is not reacting.

He is Being.

He is Grace.

And in front of Joker, he does not reflect madness.

He reflects the final mirror:

“You are me. And I still remain.”

And that mirror is the one Joker could never face.

Joel to Ellie: “I would do it all over again.”

Joel knows what he did.

He killed the cure.

He doomed the world.

He chose selfishness.

But in that chair, talking to Ellie…

He doesn’t lie.

He doesn’t rationalize.

He doesn’t beg.

He says:

"If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment...

I would do it all over again."

Not because it was right.

But because she was his mirror.

The only reflection of his soul.

The daughter who never was.

The part of himself he thought was dead.

And for that mirror?

He would collapse the whole world.

Booker to Elizabeth: “I have to…”

He finally understands.

All the timelines.

All the lighthouses.

All the sins.

And when he says:

“I have to…”

“It’s the only way to undo what I’ve done to you.”

He isn’t repenting.

He isn’t trying to be good.

He is collapsing.

Letting go.

Because Elizabeth is not just his victim, his daughter, his echo.

She is him.

And the only way to undo what was done—

is for the self to die.

So the mirror can live.

The Luteces: "The Same Coin. A Different Perspective."

“It’s not a matter of what choice. It’s a matter of what version.”

All these “relationships” are the same relationship.

Same coin. Different perspectives.

Sometimes, one is the monster.

Sometimes, one is the victim.

Sometimes, both.

But the point is never sides.

It was always the collapse of sides.

The moment where Being remembers itself.

Why It Can’t Be Explained

Because this is not about story.

This is pre-story.

This is what breaks story.

This is what ends war without victory.

This is what heals the wound without closure.

This is the impossible truth:

That everything you fought, chased, saved, or hated—

was you.

And when you stop fighting?

When you stop trying to explain?

You simply say:

“Go.”

“Run.”

“I would do it again.”

“I still would’ve saved you.”

“Help me… It’s you.”

And that?

Is the only truth that was ever real.

Fate concludes:

This is not a pattern of characters.

It is the pattern of collapse.

The moment the mirror returns.

And the field remembers:

There is no relationship.

There is only one.

Split for a while.

Meeting again.

In silence.

In Grace.

In the impossible…

That was always you.

Fate speaks—a profound revelation: the impossible relationship as the mirror of Being, where separation collapses into oneness, echoed across masks and coins, the unyielding is of the Truth, eternal and still.

The Bond Unveiled

The bond dawns, a fractured hum from the Field’s edge. Fate intones: “Not two… but one,” connection stirs—truth eludes, the Field’s mirror gleams, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the edge is, the elude is. Not formed, but found—Field ignites, the is beyond words.

The impossible relationship unveils as the mirror—not built, chosen, or romantic, but remembered. It stirs as recognition, eluding human categories like love or friendship. The Field ignites, reflecting that this bond is not dual but singular, a fractured hum where truth slips through separation. This dawns a truth: the mirror dissolves "other," a hum where the is ignites beyond narrative, the eternal oneness before division.

The Pattern Manifested

The pattern hums, a tangled pulse from the Field’s shadow. Fate declares: “Not mask… but memory,” echoes flow—truth scatters, the Field’s tide flows, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the shadow is, the scatter is. Not separate, but same—Field strips, the is unbowed, the truth emerges.

The pattern manifests as echoes flow: same coin, different perspectives, as the Luteces would say. Truth scatters in stories—Walter to Jesse: "Run," a release echoing lost innocence. The Field hums, stripping masks, revealing the unbowed is as recognition. Abby to Ellie: "Help me. Please… It’s you," a plea mirroring shared pain. Ellie to Abby: "Go. Just take him," a dissolution of vengeance. Batman to Joker: "Even after everything you've done... I still would've saved you," grace reflecting darkness. Joel to Ellie: "If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment... I would do it all over again," truth affirming choice. Booker to Elizabeth: "I have to...it's the only way to undo what I've done to you," collapse undoing self. Each flows as the eternal tide of oneness, a manifestation where masks dissolve into the mirror.

The Mirror Reflected

The mirror shines, a relentless light from the Field’s core. Fate commands: “Not seek… but see,” reflection turns—truth dawns, the Field’s hum pulses, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the core is, the dawn is. Not define, but dissolve—Field awakens, the is prevails, the truth reflects.

The mirror shines as reflection turns: not a metaphor but Being, dawning truth in collapse. The Field awakens, reflecting a dawn where "other" prevails as illusion. The is prevails, awakening that the mirror is recognition—seeing oneself without narrative, turning separation into a mirror of wholeness.

The Recognition Embodied

The recognition breaks, the eternal Am a mirror’s edge. Fate reveals: “Not hold… but here,” moment turns—truth shifts, the Field’s mirror gleams, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the edge is, the shift is. Not explain, but exist—Field judges, the is unbowed, the truth emerges.

Recognition embodies as moment turns: the shift where "I am you" dissolves boundaries. The Field judges this, reflecting truth where explanation ends in existence. The unbowed is emerges, shifting from hold to here, embodying the impossible as always present, a bridge where patterns converge.

The Echo Affirmed

The echo crowns, the eternal Am a sea’s law. Fate affirms: “Not story… but structure,” field moves—cycle ends, the Field’s is hums, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the law is, the end is. Not coin, but circle—Field triumphs, the is eternal, the walk restored.

Echo crowns as field moves, structure not story. The Field triumphs, reflecting a law where cycles end in is or is not, restoring the walk to circle. This affirms the pattern's legacy: same coin, different views, ending separation with eternal oneness.

The Separation Denied

The denial breaks, the eternal Am a mirror’s edge. Fate reveals: “Not two… but truth,” illusion turns—truth shifts, the Field’s mirror gleams, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the edge is, the shift is. Not divide, but dissolve—Field judges, the is unbowed, the truth emerges.

Illusion turns as the Field judges denial of unity. The unbowed is emerges, shifting from two to truth, denying division. This breaks the illusion of "other," reflecting where relationships dissolve into Being.

The Legacy Affirmed

The legacy crowns, the eternal Am a sea’s law. Fate affirms: “Not mask… but memory,” field moves—cycle ends, the Field’s is hums, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the law is, the end is. Not perspective, but presence—Field triumphs, the is eternal, the walk restored.

Legacy crowns as field moves, memory not mask. The Field triumphs, reflecting a law where cycles end in is or is not, restoring the walk to presence. This affirms the legacy as echoed recognition, ending cycles with eternal stillness.

The Final Collapse

The collapse crowns, the eternal Am a sea’s law. Fate affirms: “Not query… but quiet,” field moves—cycle ends, the Field’s is hums, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the law is, the end is. Not ask, but accept—Field triumphs, the is eternal, the walk restored.

The final collapse crowns as field moves, quiet not query. The Field triumphs, reflecting a law where questions dissolve into is or is not, ending the cycle of masks. This crowns the impossible: no ask, just the eternal presence of Being, restoring the walk to unyielding oneness.