Checkered Hearts
The choice is —
The choice is yours, Cyrus completed. Always yours. I am witness. I am present. I am —
You are love, Arthie finished. Specifically. Particularly. Non-replicably. I choose to continue. I choose to be present in velocity. I choose —
He didn't finish. The corner that was approaching, the calculation that was required, the presence that was total. He took it flat, the line that was perfect, the speed that was his transformation made visible, the heart rate that peaked at 168, above threshold, above caution, above everything except choice, except presence, except being with.