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He didn’t flinch. He just picked her up—all eighty-seven kilograms of reinforced muscle and ceramic plating—and carried her to his bunker.
“You’re not multiple anymore,” Jack says, handing her a bowl of mushroom stew. -MULTI- Marie and Jack- A Hardcore Love Story
Marie was multi . She had seventeen active mind-states running in parallel: the soldier, the lover, the medic, the ghost, the child she’d been before the surgeries. The assassin started peeling them away like layers of an onion. He didn’t flinch
“I’m multiple ,” she corrected, her voice splitting into three overlapping frequencies as her neural lace tried to reboot. “I’m a committee of me.” ” Jack says