Chapter 520
Daphne
It's not a good idea to spy on Camille.
But I'm not a good person. Besides, I'm not spying on her for heinous reasons. I want to know why she had a panic attack that day.
I only listen in when she's having these "therapy sessions," and something about them bugs me.
[Audio feed established, Host. Connecting to the encrypted channel.]
404's voice chimes in my ear through the small comm unit on my desk. I am sitting in my office in the Bastion, staring out at the stars. To anyone else, I look like a CEO reviewing reports. In reality, I am listening to the therapy session of the woman I love.
"…and I know, I know she's not real," I hear Camille say through the feed.
My heart races. Finally. A clue.
"I know she's not real," Camille continues. "Daphne is not real."
Daphne.
My name. I'm not real?
"I'm glad you're doing better mentally now," the therapist says. Dr. Wilson. Her voice is smooth, clinical. "You've been taking your medication consistently?"
