"Dispatch," Kael answered, his voice a low, calibrated baritone designed to soothe anxiety before it even formed.
"You won't," Kael said calmly. He stopped three feet from her. He dropped his diplomatic shield, exposing his own mind to her resonance. It was a dangerous move—a Master inviting an overload—but it was the only way to sync.
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Lyra slumped, the gravity well collapsing. Kael caught her, his arms strong and steady. He lowered her gently onto a sofa that hadn't been there a moment ago, materialized by the room's emergency furniture holograms. "Dispatch," Kael answered, his voice a low, calibrated
He stood up, his coat settling around him. The adrenaline was fading, leaving him weary. He tapped his comms.
"Give it to me," Kael urged, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. "Let the logic go. Trust the fall." He dropped his diplomatic shield, exposing his own
For a minute that lasted an eternity, they stood locked in the feedback loop. Slowly, the floating furniture drifted back to the floor. The static in the air dissipated. The silver tears stopped flowing, replaced by normal, saline water.