I love it when there’s a time travel fix-it fic, and they try to fix things, and it still doesn’t work. Helen still gets eaten, or Prentiss still attacks and gives Jon scars, or whatever.

It is inevitable. It’s like…trying to escape a prophecy, I guess. It’s like ‘it’s a sad song but we sing it anyway’, but in-universe.

And the fact that we’re writing this. We know how to fix it. But we write these characters, and we don’t let them fix it.

Wait—I thought of how it’s even better. It’s often described that writers (and a lot of artists) 'find’ their stories, they don’t create them. The idea comes into their head, the writers write, and the characters do what they will. So you let your characters do what they want, but if they come close to fixing it, you don’t let them.

We become the Web. We give the characters the illusion of control, but then everything happens anyway. Even when they know what’s coming, it still comes. And in-universe, you could say the Web did it. But we made it so.