The forty-eight hours passed like a countdown with no sound.
Kyle spent most of it in the training bay under Sector 3, beating the hell out of a reinforced dummy until the plating dented. Not because he needed the practice. Because sitting still meant thinking, and thinking meant seeing his parents behind that glass again.
[You're burning out your shoulders.] Snow said in his head. [Again.]
Kyle didn't stop. "Let me burn. I've been slacking a lot and at this rate it'll take forever before I can save them."
Listening to him, snow didn't need to read his pulse to feel his heart spike saying those words. It was like the weight of an entire building dropped.
[I don't have human emotions to understand what you're currently going through. But as your system guide, I'm allowed to interfere if your life is in danger and guide your path beyond godlike power.]
