Kai freezes. Then, slowly, she points to the subtitle she just wrote.

Kai hesitates. Then she presses .

Kai yanks her hand back. The screen ripples.

“Good. Now turn off the machine.”

Kai finds her voice. She types: “Then tell me what to write. Truthfully.” He stares at her. The snow melts on her floor.

“Write this: ‘I lost my eye as a boy. I lost my mercy as a man. I would lose both again to stand here.’”