Page 414 of Black Reign

One doesn't.

Not exactly.

It changes its face.

Not its bones.

I lean forward.

There.

A signature buried beneath every renewal.

Tiny.

Consistent.

Patient.

My fingers begin moving faster.

Screens multiply.

Two.

Four.

Six.

Xavier stops speaking.

Senior too.

The only sound in the room is keys and my own voice.

“Show me lineage.”

It appears.

“Back farther.”

Xavier grants another archive.

“Earlier.”

“That's pre-production ARGUS.”

“I know.”

“Sabine—”

“Earlier.”

He opens it.

A thread appears.

Faint.