"I remember everything now."
Tanvir stood at the edge of a collapsing skyline.
Tanzila watched him carefully.
"Then tell me," she said.
"What are you?"
Silence.
Then—
"I am not a being," Tanvir said.
"I am a function."
She frowned.
"What does that even mean?"
"I exist to end things."
His voice was calm.
Final.
"Worlds. Realities. Concepts."
He looked at his hand.
"And once… I chose not to."
Tanzila stepped closer.
"Because of me?"
Tanvir didn't answer immediately.
Then—
"Yes."
Her breath trembled.
"Then choose it again."
Tanvir turned slowly.
Eyes no longer human.
"No."