Adam entered the shower immediately.
He washed in silence, letting the water steady his breathing before changing into something more comfortable. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, posture straight despite the fatigue pressing at his shoulders.
Everything had moved too quickly.
One moment he had been facing a tide. The next, a Lord. Now he was officially dead to the world.
The status quo shifted like a poorly written novel.
He almost found it amusing.
Adam let the thought go.
Acceptance was already complete. What mattered now was acceleration.
For Remedy to keep dying and regressing, even with partial memories, meant repeated failure against the Family.
He corrected himself.
No.
It means I have been failing.
He couldn't properly quantify the scale of an organization capable of forcing that outcome.
Even with his broken abilities. Even with a regressor's intervention.
That implied layered power, institutional reach and strategic redundancy.
