The doc stepped closer, her breath steady despite the tremor that danced beneath her voice. "You're not the one who'll be making that decision, Mira. If you want to hesitate, you can leave. But this is bigger than us. Do you understand?"
Mira's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't leave. No, the doc was right. They had both crossed too many lines already. She could feel the pull—the obsession—like a string tethering her to this chaotic, dangerous game. But a part of her resisted. She had seen enough of the darkness Esme held, enough of the fury that lingered beneath her calm exterior.
"You've seen it, haven't you?" the doc continued, her voice lowering to a whisper. "The way Esme's power grows with every experiment. She's not just a weapon. She's an entirely new being. And she's getting stronger."
Mira didn't answer, her lips dry. The question hung between them: What are we unleashing?
