The laboratory slled of antiseptic and burnt sugar. It was a distinct scent. Chemicals reacting under heat. Moro worked under the hood. The glass shield was down. The lights were bright. Dante stood in the doorway. He did not enter imdiately. He watched Moro’s hands. They were steady. Precise. They moved with the confidence of a surgeon. Moro did not look up. He knew Dante was there. The sensors had triggered.
"Close the door," Moro said.
Dante stepped inside. He pushed the door shut. The lock engaged. The hum of the ventilation system increased. Moro turned off the burner. He set the pipette down. He turned to face Dante. On the steel table, a single vial sat in a rack. It was small. Glass. The liquid inside was clear. Colorless. Dante walked to the table. He stopped on the other side. He looked at the vial.
"What is it," Dante asked.
"Insurance," Moro said. He wiped his hands on a cloth. He leaned against the counter. His arms were crossed. "It is a suppressant. Temporary. It targets Kairo’s neural link."
Dante picked up the vial. It was cold. The glass was smooth. "Suppressant," Dante repeated.
"It will not remove him. It will not cure you." Moro looked at the vial in Dante’s hand. "It will force him into dormancy. For a window of ti. Six hours. Maybe eight."
Dante turned the vial once. The liquid swirled. It caught the light.
Kairo: Do not take it.
Mūn: It could stop the loss.
Kairo: It is a cage. Not a cure.
Dante: Silence.
Dante looked at Moro. "Why now."
"Because you are fading," Moro said. "I can see it. The crew can see it. Sophie sees it."
Dante’s grip tightened on the glass. "Sophie says nothing," Dante said.
"She does not have to. She watches you write in the notebook. She watches you forget what you wrote." Moro pushed off the counter. He walked around the table. He stopped next to Dante. "I synthesized this three days ago. I have tested it on synthetic tissue. It holds."
"But not on humans," Dante said.
"You are not fully human," Moro said. "So we will not know until you inject it."
Dante set the vial down. It clicked against the steel. "If I use this," Dante said. "What is the cost."
Moro hesitated. Just for a second. "Operational capacity," Moro said. "Kairo provides predictive analysis. He sees the patterns. He calculates the odds." Moro tapped the table. "Without him... you are just a man. A skilled man. But a man."
Dante looked at his hands. They were gloved. Black. "My reaction ti," Dante said.
"Slower," Moro said. "Your threat assessnt. Degraded. You will not see the trap before you step in it."
Dante was silent. The ventilation humd. The lights flickered.
Kairo: He is right. Without , you are blind.
Mūn: Without him, you are whole.
Dante: Whole and dead.
Kairo: Exactly.
Dante picked up the vial again. He held it up to the light. "Six hours," Dante said.
"Minimum," Moro said. "After that, the bond will reassert. It might be stronger. The backlash could be severe."
Dante lowered the vial. He looked at Moro. "You are giving a choice."
"I am giving you an option," Moro corrected. "I am not telling you to use it. I am telling you it exists." Moro walked back to the counter. He began to clean his tools. "If you use it," Moro said. "Do not tell the crew. They will hesitate. They will change their strategy."
"And you," Dante asked.
"I will monitor the vitals. I will know."
Dante opened his coat pocket. He placed the vial inside. It settled next to the notebook. Two secrets. One weight.
"Thank you," Dante said.
Moro did not turn around. He continued cleaning. "Do not thank ," Moro said. "It might kill you. Or it might save you. Or it might do nothing." He paused. He looked at the reflection in the glass shield. "But it stops the bleeding. For a little while."
Dante nodded. He turned toward the door. He opened it. He stepped into the hallway. The lights were dim. The safehouse was quiet. He walked down the corridor. He did not look back. He touched his pocket. The vial was hard against his thigh.
Mūn: Will you use it.
Dante: I do not know.
Kairo: If you do... I will hate you for it.
Dante: You hate anyway.
Kairo: Yes. But I need you alive.
Dante reached the corner. He stopped. Sophie stood in the shadows. She was leaning against the wall. Her arms were crossed. She had been watching. She had seen him leave the lab. She did not ask where he had been. She did not ask what Moro had given him. She looked at his pocket. She knew sothing was there.
"Ready," she said. Her voice was calm. Neutral.
"Yes," Dante said.
"The mission starts in one hour."
"I know."
Sophie pushed off the wall. She walked toward him. She stopped inches away. She looked into his eyes. She searched for sothing. Clarity. Focus. mory. "Dante," she said.
"Yes."
"If you need to rest... rest."
"I do not sleep."
"You know what I an." She reached out. She touched his arm. Her hand was warm. "Do not lose yourself," she said. "Not for ."
Dante looked at her hand. He looked at her face. He tried to rember the last ti she had touched him like this. He could not. The mory was fuzzy. Fading.
Kairo: This mont is heavy. It will be taken first.
Dante: Not this one.
"I will not," Dante said. He lied. He knew he might have to. Sophie dropped her hand. She turned away. "See you in the briefing," she said. She walked down the hall. Her footsteps were silent.
Dante watched her go. He waited until she turned the corner. He took the vial out of his pocket. He looked at it again. The clear liquid swirled. It looked like water. It looked like nothing. But it was ti. It was mory. It was safety. He put it back. He secured the pocket.
He walked toward the briefing room. The crew was gathering. Isaac was setting up the screens. Kisuke was checking his knives. Eikichi was loading magazines. They did not know. They did not know he had the option to shut off the demon. They did not know he was carrying a cure that was also a poison.
Dante sat at the head of the table. He placed his hands on the surface. He felt the vial against his leg. It was cold. He looked at the crew. He looked at Sophie. She was looking at the map. She was not looking at him. She knew about the notebook. She knew about the loss. But she did not know about the vial. This was his choice. His alone.
Isaac looked up. "We begin."
Dante nodded. "Begin."
The screens lit up. The mission started. Dante listened. He planned. He calculated. But his hand rested on his pocket. He was holding the off switch. And he was waiting for the right mont to press it.
Kairo: Do not do it.
Mūn: Do it.
Dante: Wait.
The eting continued. The voices blurred. Dante focused on the map. On the route. On the target. He did not focus on the vial. He could not. If he thought about it too much... he might use it. And if he used it... he might die. But if he did not... he might forget. He looked at Sophie. She was speaking. Her lips moved. Her eyes were gray. He morized her face. Again. Just in case.
A/N Thank you for reading Chapter 41! Moro gave Dante a choice suppress the demon and lose power, or keep the power and lose mory. Will he use the vial? Drop your theories in the comnts! Don’t forget to add Shadow Contract to your library and vote with power stones. See you in Chapter 42!
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