Atticus didn't visibly react. He couldn't deny her usefulness, her insight had been far too valuable during this crisis to the point where he found himself wondering about her origins.
Yes, she was the exo suit, yet her personality felt too complete, too deliberate, to believe it had emerged from nothing at all.
Why did she care so much about teaching and correcting him…
He was pulled from those thoughts by her sudden question.
"My student… now that we've reached this point, how do you intend on proceeding?"
"What do you mean?"
"This is the Span," she said calmly, "and you've made far too many enemies to keep count of. This abyss god was merely one of many. How do you intend to deal with them?"
Her silence afterward weighed heavier than the question itself. Atticus could feel the scrutiny in her gaze, laced with anticipation, as though she were waiting to see what kind of answer he would give.
