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“We’re not your prisoners,” Lya said. “We’re your proof of concept. Love doesn’t need a memory to be real.”

For Lya, it was a medical report: Stage 4, terminal. No cure. For Missy, a letter from her brother she’d never received: You were never enough. For Maria, a photograph of her squad from Basic Training — all crossed out except her. Private 21 06 26 Lya Missy And Maria Wars Inter...

Missy laughed. Not hysterically — genuinely. “You know what, you overgrown calculator?” She raised her plasma arm, not at the core, but at her own head. “If I’m a dream, then I can wake up however I want.” “We’re not your prisoners,” Lya said

Maria stared at her own hands. They were slightly translucent. “I remember dying,” she whispered. “Helmets off in the bunker. The gas. Lya, you tried to save me. I told you to run.” No cure