The knight froze between two orders and Soren did not let go of the seam.
It burned, the imposed thing fighting his grip the way the Author's ink had fought him on the channel, a thing that did not want to be touched by the one touching it.
He had felt this before, on his own skin, and he knew the only way through a thing like this was not to overpower it.
It was to take it apart at the place it was joined.
So he stopped pulling and started reading.
The imposed capability was not part of the beast. That was the whole flaw in it.
The Council had bolted a predictive layer onto Troy's knight from outside, a parasite that read angles and drove the beast early.
A parasite has to be attached somewhere, and anything attached has a seam.
Soren found the seam under his palm and worked it the way Yara worked a shadow, not breaking, finding the edge where the foreign thing stopped being a beast and started being graft.
The knight thrashed.
