Just certainty.
“We stop fighting for control,” he says.
“And start building the version that can hold both of us.”
I feel it then.
For the first time since regression, since the system, since everything…
The power doesn’t feel like domination.
It feels like possibility.
The system speaks softly now.
[Awaiting joint confirmation]
The world is no longer ending.
It is waiting to be rewritten correctly.
I look at him.
For a long moment.
Every instinct I have built since regressing tells