He told her plainly about the Solara purge. The title. The threshold. The trial waiting on the other side of a single prompt, and what stepping into it would mean, the time distortion, the isolation, the days that might pass on the outside while he was inside it. He didn't dress any of it up.
Sophie listened the way she always listened to things that mattered: completely, without interruption, her expression settling into the focused stillness she wore when she was already thinking three steps ahead of the words.
When he finished, she didn't hesitate.
"Take it."
Bruce looked at her.
