We had left Dragos behind a couple of hours ago. The ship cruised steadily toward Sector Zero, the escort vessels holding formation around us.
For the first time since departure, I was alone in my room. The rest of the ship had settled into its own rhythm after everyone finished poking Steve about whatever details he had been willing to share regarding Mazikeen. He had handled it with his usual mix of deflection and embarrassment.
I let the quiet settle.
My attention turned inward, to the bundle of memories I had deliberately halted the moment I bound the Eternal as my summon. At the time, there hadn't been space for them. Now there was. I was curious, not just about the summon itself, but about what kind of existence produced a being like his.
I sat down on the bed, steadied my breathing, and released the restraint.
The memories came immediately.
