“M-Magcat,” Eirian sniffled, holding the animal close.
Poppy reached out, brushing the tears from their cheek.
“He’s here, he’s with you. I don’t understand what happened out there, but somehow, that new routine they programmed fused our magcats together. He’s still with you.”
“The new update is designed to allow homunculi to inherit the best attributes of rival creatures—” Seymour began.
“Shut up,” Sumire said fiercely, “no one wants to hear it.”
“Where are we?” Mauve said, looking about in the gloomy darkness.
Seymour squirmed, his face still red with embarrassment.
“Up several levels from where we were keeping FF-NN, but still below the imagination engines,” he answered. “This is the antechamber of the main isolation tank, the one we used when we first made contact with FF-NN. Your owb must have brought us here because of the strong psychic residue left behind by others of its kind.”
Poppy turned and glanced over her shoulder.
“This is the chamber where…?”