“You are me and I am you, right?” asked Billie. She paused. “I guess the rifts have done more damage to the world than I realized.”
“They have,” the other Billie said, “but it’s not just the rift. It’s you, as well.”
“What do you mean?”
The other Billie shifted her position and cocked her head. “Do you remember what the Outsider said? What was it, a year ago? More? From
your point of view, I mean. But back then, when he visited us aboard the Dreadful Wale that night. When he took away our eye and our arm, replacing them with… this.”
The other Billie held up her black-shard arm, turning it in the air. Billie looked down at her own arm—the very same arm.
“He said that the world was wounded around me, and that I carried the scars.”
The other Billie pushed herself off the empty tomb. “And that time moves around us differently—that we now exist outside of it, part of this world and yet… apart.” She paused. “I came from another time— somewhere ahead of you, although it’s hard to tell how far now, as every moment I am here risks changing things. Time is malleable, and the more we push on it, the more it has the potential to change.”
Billie narrowed her eyes at her future self. “How did you even get here? Through the rifts?”
“I—we—can control them. You’ll learn how, soon.”
Billie blinked at that casual revelation. “Okay, so… what are you doing here? What’s worth the risk?”
“I saw what happened at the Preston mansion. I saw you—me—about to die there. I had to act, to save us. That seemed worth it to me.”

- Dishonored: The Veiled Terror Chapter 25