Inside the dim carriage, the System floated silently onto Heena's lap. It didn't make a single sarcastic comment. It didn't bring up points, missions, or the Prime Minister. It just curled its digital, glowing body into a small ball and rested its chin on her knee, offering a quiet, undeniable comfort.
Heena closed her exhausted eyes, leaning her head against the swaying wooden wall of the carriage. The headache was throbbing with a terrifying, rhythmic intensity, a grim reminder of the six-month countdown ticking away in her brain.
The System still , curled up on Heena's lap, was looking up at her with profound, digital worry. It was fully prepared to offer hours of emotional support and therapy for its deeply traumatized Host.
Then, suddenly, a perfectly calm, incredibly lazy voice echoed in the System's mind.
'Damn, I am hungry.'
The digital lion's pixelated ears immediately shot straight up.
