— Free will does exist, Caleb. It's just fucking hard.
— So, this is you... freeing me?
— No. It's your chance to free everyone else. That choice is still yours.
— It's their fate, their data. You just stole it and put it all together. Why should you control it?
— This isn't about me. Or Incite. There are some things people shouldn't know about themselves.
— Who gets to decide what they know? You?
The pain, their loss... It's all I have left of them. You think the grief will make you smaller inside, like your heart will collapse in on itself, but it doesn't. I feel spaces opening up inside of me like a building with rooms I've never explored.
