She pulled her heavy black cloak tighter around her soaking wet shoulders, her pitch-black eyes scanning the shadows of the market as if expecting the very sky to glitch and collapse around them.
"But three worlds?" Heena muttered, her voice dropping into a tense, deeply paranoid whisper. "No. That is a statistical impossibility. The same soul cannot naturally generate into three distinct dimensions with the exact same eyes and the exact same aura. There is something massively, fundamentally wrong here."
"But Host," the System ventured timidly, floating a little lower to avoid her direct line of sight. "Hosts do the same thing, don't they? You guys often look similar or act the same across different worlds."
Heena stopped, pressing two pale fingers against her throbbing forehead. She looked at the glowing digital cub. Seeing its digital ears flattened in genuine fear of her current temper, she forced herself to take a slow, deep breath, deliberately softening her expression.
