The first pull entered warm.
Metal touched the prepared route at Felix’s wrist. The receiver took up the path toward his dantian, and the direction of its demand became horribly clear.
It wanted a return held through him.
The restraint kept his arm aligned. The harder pressure lay beyond it, where the occupied district could receive the consequence of a broken connection.
“Settle the flow,” the technician said.
Felix kept his own circulation inside the practiced range.
“I refuse the office.”
The reference remained where he had agreed to watch it.
