Description:
The escape was fake. The hope wasn’t.
Everyone’s paying for it.
Even with his own mind fractured, Kinger is trying his best to hold the others together. Being a supportive presence is difficult when you’re barely present yourself, especially when certain people are showing all the signs of abstraction but refuse to say a word about it.
Jax is trying to keep everyone at arm’s length, but they just won’t stop reaching and every hand feels like it’s closing around his throat.
Pomni is still adjusting to her own digital existence as she tries to hang on to those she cares about, and Caine’s increasingly strange behavior isn’t really helping. She isn’t the only one starting to notice that their ringmaster AI has more beneath his perpetual showman’s smile than they’d ever thought to even look for.
How do you even make an AI understand that you can’t love something into stability? That love is the very thing breaking it?
Well, the humans are going to try anyway.
Because what else is there?