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Closer.
They’re not slowing down.
They’re tightening.
“They’re pushing hard,” I say.
“Means we’re close to something they don’t want us to reach,” Jase replies.
Even like this—
He’s still thinking.
Still fighting.
Stillhim.
Jase
Everything’s startingto blur together.
Sound.
Light.
Movement.
But her voice?
That cuts through.
Always.
“Mila…” I say, forcing the word out.
“I’m here,” she answers instantly.
Yeah.
I know.
That’s the problem.
You shouldn’t be.
“You need to go if—”
“No,” she snaps.
Sharp.
Immediate.
Final.
“…not happening.”
I try to argue.
