Amaron spent the next three days attempting to function normally while processing revelation that nothing about his regression might be what he'd believed.
Partnership liaison duties continued. Site inspections with Lyris. Coordination meetings about implementing Matthias's enhanced safety protocols. Administrative work that required focus and professional competence. He performed it all with mechanical efficiency while his thoughts circled the same questions: Was his temporal displacement gift or manipulation? Were his choices his own or executing agenda he didn't understand? Had the past year been building meaningful life or serving network purposes?
