The word remained in the corridor.
Continuity.
Damon stood before the door, watching the symbol on his arm respond to the lines carved into the stone.
"Explain."
The voice on the other side laughed softly.
"You're still impatient."
"You're dead. I think I get priority."
Xue Lian did not find it funny.
"Shen Liang died."
"Yes."
"I destroyed your soul."
"That too."
"Then this isn't you."
There were a few seconds of silence.
"That depends on what you consider a person."
Damon closed his eyes.
"I already hate this conversation."
Aria raised her notebook.
"I don't."
"Naturally."
Shen Liang continued.
"A soul is structure. Memory. Instinct. Will. Identity. Everyone likes to treat it as something unique because that is more comfortable."
Xue Lian stiffened.
"You copied your mind."
"No."
"Then?"
"I preserved function."
Damon looked at her.
Xue Lian understood immediately.
The true Seed.
Preserve function.
Continuity.
"You used the same principle," Damon said.
