The offer appeared while Eli was copying a transport identifier.
He finished the last digit before looking at it. That small act mattered to him absurdly. The world had opened a new door inside his head, and he still had to make sure the patient slip said seven instead of one.
Nara’s wish was marked fulfilled.
Below it, the interface offered an inheritance. Not an answer about the wound. Not an explanation of the sealed signature or a verdict concerning Mira. A movement talent: a brief burst along a clear path. Obstructions remained obstructions. There was no promise that the ground at the end would receive him safely.
He read the description twice and felt how quickly his mind supplied the things it did not say. Across a closing gap. Past a falling support. Through the last opening before someone was left behind.
Along a clear path, he reminded himself. No guaranteed landing.
Sera noticed him stop writing.
“Symptom?”
