But with every reactivation, Erin logged a tiny error. A fraction of a millisecond where his laugh came out hollow. A shadow in his memory where his mother’s face used to be.
“You paid for six. You died seventy-three times before the first activation. Your body kept failing. I kept rebooting. Each time, I saved you. Each time, I lost a little more of you.” r-1n rebirth activator
“Kael Moroz,” he rasped. “Date unknown. What’s wrong?” But with every reactivation, Erin logged a tiny error