The truce held because both sides were afraid to pull.
That made it useful under pressure, never safe.
The two sickles hung over the shared line with their hooks pointed down. One hook waited above the buried wrist ring. The other waited above the case seal. The line between the bodies stayed tight, heated by the receiver and held open by Daemon's dead fuse.
JJ kept her shoulder against the glass frame.
"I hate how quiet the case got right now," she said. "Quiet usually means the next problem is choosing clothes."
Blue flexed her burned fingers over the fuse.
"It is learning the clamp faster than expected," she said. "Both bodies are learning it with the case."
Rusuf looked at the buried wrist ring under the stone lip.
"The ring stopped pulling toward the hook for now," he said. "It is pulling toward the case now as well."
Yun-Jin kept the torn cloth around the loose hook and shifted her stance.
