XV.
The Chrono Core is so small, its possession so big.
If Koh hadn't reached her she might have been afraid.
But he did, so she wasn't. They raced forward with broken bodies, tired feet, burning hands, and they fought.
And fought. And fought.
Until it fell. Until it screamed, until it fled, broken and beaten.
And they could collapse together. As one. And two in one could be.
And Sayo was proud of him, and he was proud of her. And that was good. That was perfect.
The real world could wait. Her feelings could wait. This was where she wanted to be. And no one could stop her.
