You were the one who wanted to stop interfering. To end the cold war before the fat lady sang. The Agent bit his lip, subvocalizing. You said we could get away with it. I didn't count on the Greens in France.
History is sensitive to initial conditions.
And the disposal methods. He felt the Discarnate writhe in discomfort. We share the blame. The Agent sighed. He slid the suitcase into a locker, inserted fifty cents, and removed the orange plastic key.