I couldn't hold back any longer.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, my voice rising. "Some dreadnought? The Red Empress? Memories and experiences from other versions of yourself across different realities? 'The one who remains'? 'The core'?"
I shook my head, frustration boiling over.
"I can't understand this at all!"
"I can't understand this at all," I said, frustration written all over my face. The things he had just told me were simply unbelievable—absurd, even—yet somehow, they felt real.
Thinking this, I turned my gaze to my son, Kallus. He met my eyes with a steady, unreadable expression. But despite that, I could tell he was calm. Did he already know that I wouldn't be able to accept what he had just told me? The thought made me frown.