Noah read the prompts with shining eyes. Every capability of the Heart struck at Trueness, the one axis where THE Sealed One's followers and vessels and engineered Gilded were all, without exception, hollow. His enemy had built an empire on installed identities.
The woman in his arms had just become a counter to every one of them, and she had done it by refusing, her entire existence, to install anything at all.
She would be a sharp weapon against Gilded Ones and Followers of THE Sealed One!
The prompts faded over the black water, and Emotive moved.
She lifted her head from his chest, slow and unhurried, and looked up at him. The mania in her eyes had not gone anywhere, would never go anywhere, but it sat inside something settled now, a whole identity wrapped around the storm, and her voice came out quiet and completely steady.
"I...give you my Everything," Emotive said. "My heart. My emotions. My very self and my sense of being. Everything." Her smile trembled!
HUUM!
