Maeve sat on the cold floor, her back resting against the glowing core. Her breath came in shallow gasps, eyes fixed on the shifting light. Elias stood nearby, arms crossed, watching her but unsure what to say.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Elias finally asked, voice low.
Maeve looked up, her eyes tired but steady. "I didn't know how. How do you explain that part of yourself is… programmed? Created for a purpose you don't understand?"
Elias sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm scared, Maeve. Scared you're not the person I thought you were."
She nodded slowly. "I'm scared too. But this—this place—it's part of me. And I can't ignore it anymore."
The hum from the core filled the silence between them. Elias took a step closer. "We'll figure it out. Together."
Maeve gave a small, tired smile. "I want to believe that."
A sudden shudder ran through the station. The vines around them tightened, curling like claws. The glow dimmed, and a new, harsher voice whispered through the chamber.
"You must choose. Fulfill your destiny, or be left behind."
Elias tightened his grip on his weapon. "What destiny?"
Maeve stood slowly, eyes burning gold. "One we might not survive."