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âBut this was worse and far more distinct, almost honed. It went beyond knowing more fragments of the Core were near enough to resonate with the one in my body.
âI could feel the containments they existed in, the distance that separated every fragment. I could taste the tang of metal chains around where the fragments were located.
âI could taste tears and identify sadness, just like the despair of the woman from the first mission.
âThe fragments were within bodies and not some guarded containment unit. The bodies I could hardly count, but I could hear every heartbeat.
âAnd the damned whispers of prayer that would not be answered.
âMy spine curved involuntarily, my body trying to fold around the Core's reaction, and Zayne's hand closed around my upper arm, but we kept our pace through the endless sterile hall.
âI couldn't focus past the sensation of thirty-seven heartbeats echoing through my chest like they were my own.
âFifty-seven people.
