I tried once

They've always been there, because the flow of time is an illusion. They've always been with her. And as she reads her tarot spread, she realises it.

They're her family.

They always have been.

The gaps finally filled it.

She didn't die in a fake reality to save a group she'd known for 24 hours.

She died to save a group whose presence she's felt in her heart for hundreds of years.

Whose presence she lacked, like a memory she couldn't grasp. Nostalgia she couldn't quite place anywhere. Nostalgia for something you've never even had.

Because she had them.

In the future—she always had them.

And she was always going to protect them.

And even in death—

She's still with them.

Still fighting to protect them.