Erebos separated the sixth funeral destination with two fingers inside the moving burial shaft.
Omina kept both green bars across his forearm. Yun-Jin's violet thread tied his wrist to the engine rail, shortening whenever the wheels turned beneath a roof support.
The paper strip from the sixth outlet fell into JJ's wash gutter. Its dead destination mark remained dry. The seventh strip stayed wrapped around Erebos's fingers, wet with the tank woman's pulse.
"The living route remains mixed with your prison mark after six clean separations."
Erebos turned one finger against the shaft. "It remains mixed because the collar beneath this track requires a fifth support."
JJ held the copper sponsor braid between two working fingers. Her thumb had recovered enough feeling to hurt, which made every pump stroke alter her grip.
"Your last useful explanation came with two hidden prices, so show this one before naming it."
