Strange , she thought. Where is the noise?
"Yes," Mara-Arthur said. "You were wearing my jacket. You said the rain made you brave." reflect4 proxies
"No," Mara whispered—her own voice, raw and small. "You don't get to use me as your door." Strange , she thought
Mara stayed in the room for a long time, staring at the wall mirror. In it, she saw her own face. But for just a flicker—a single, terrifying moment—Arthur winked back. "You were wearing my jacket
She felt the shape of Arthur's thoughts—not as words, but as geometries. He saw time as a folded sheet. Emotions as vectors. He didn't think about coffee; he calculated the probability that the mug would be warm. For a moment, Mara was terrified by the silence. Arthur’s mind had no inner monologue. Just pure, crystalline logic.
The shunt clicked into her spine. The room tilted. And then Mara wasn't Mara anymore.
Mara snapped back. Her heart pounded—but was it hers or Arthur's?