ing. This is no longer a plann

just urgent; it was pleading. It was a machine, yet it

emotion. "Stick to the plan. She needs to

eeding out on a dirty floor. What actions? My crime was trusting him. My crime was l

y protection. She sacrificed everything in our last life to ensure I could be reborn with the system. I owe her this. Ava... L

ut a past life, a debt I knew nothing about, and using it as a reason to murder his wife. He

al error in the water purification system, nearly poisoning a dozen people. I had pointed

d, his jaw tight. "She's been through a

, Mark," I had argued,

now. You're right. You're always right. That's wh

't protecting a fragile protégé; he was enabling a co-conspirator. He was already choosing her over me

olution. He was letting me die so Celeste could have his und

dim emergency light. It was bigger than the others, heavier. Its guttural growl was de

lummeted. Mark wasn't just letting me die. He had se