But each rewind left a scar. He began to see double. The violet on his sonās terrarium flickeredāfirst purple, then gray. He tried to recall his sonās laugh. It came out as static.
Silence. Then: ā...You didnāt name him. You were waiting for the war to end.ā sine mora nsp
āBonto,ā Koldyās voice was a grandfather clockās chime. āYouāve used the NSP 147 times. Do you know what that means? You have lived 147 extra deaths. And each time, you have forgotten a little more of the love that made you angry. You are no longer a father. You are a loop . A broken gear.ā But each rewind left a scar
He didnāt answer. He was already diving. sine mora nsp