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"You must aid the you-that-was, in order to prevent the..." blah blah blah blah.

Chromie continued talking, as gnomish as could be, despit her real presence. And frankly, at this point, I was starting to not care. I took the device she offered and returned to the sands of the bronze shrine. Nozdormu was there, floating in his temporal haze, the infinites were still attempting to sabotage..something, and ytup, there I was. Blasting away at all comers, fighting with energy and enthusiasm, like I had no idea what was waiting for me over by wrathgate.

"Hey! you're me! Wow, my gear sure got better, golly, gosh, wow..." blah blah blah

Do I really blather on like that? I could barely stand to listen to myself speak. I sounded so..foolish. Well, there was one easy way to fix that I guess.
The infinites started coming, faster and faster, and...well, I just stood there. I remembered, last time, how instead of using my spells of forms, my "future me" had beaten all the dragons to nothing with his fists. This time though, I just watched as my past self was overwhelmed, and his mission failed, and the dragons scattered him in pieces across the sands. And then I waited.

And waited. Nothing. No dissolution, no vanishing, no world tearing noise of reality unravelling with dramatic grace. Just a slight hollowness, and the sense that nothing was really all that important. I turned to walk away, and I even made it several steps, when the pain hit. I don't mind saying I screamed a little bit. But that faded, as I couldn't really do much other than just lay there and twitch. Wave after wave of agony ripped through me, each time a fatal event in it's own right, but death has never been a permanent condition with me, even moreso than with others of my kind.

After every explosion of pain I would find myself awakening on the sand just in time for the next. Finally though, they all stopped, and I was left alone. No dragons around me, no flickering time lapsed images of infinitie whatsamajiggery, no nothing except me, the wind, and some bones. And that hollowness.

It had been a nice distraction, but work was calling. I made it back to the Argent Vangaurd later on, but nobody remembered me. Same at the Shadow Vault, or even on Ogrim's hammer......Maybe letting myself get killed in the past wasn't the wisest idea.