Bad Medicine
For a moment, I wondered if we were losing ourselves, if the merge would consume us.
But then… a breakthrough. A core fragment, pulsating with the familiar signature of my father, shimmered before us. “This is it,” I whispered. “The heart of him.”
Jax nodded. “Together.”
We plunged into it, our minds intertwining, hearts beating as one. The core resisted, twisting, reshaping reality around us, but we held firm. Memories of pain, fear, control—they all crashed against us like waves. But we didn’t falter. We pressed on, using our bond, our love, our trust, as a weapon stronger than any code or neural link.
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