[: 3rd POV :]
What does he truly want?
That question did not fade.
It did not lessen with time.
Instead, it repeated itself endlessly within Daniel's mind, echoing through layers of memory, thought, and identity until it became less of a question and more of a constant presence he could no longer ignore.
What does he truly want?
What does he truly want?
What does he truly want?
And as he stood within the endless void, where even time seemed irrelevant, his consciousness began to drift inward, not outward toward the world, not toward enemies or battles, but toward everything that had ever defined him before this moment.
Memories from both of his lives surged.
Not as isolated fragments, but as a continuous, overwhelming stream of existence.
He saw himself again in that sterile room.
The cold white walls.
The unchanging beeping of machines.
The sensation of being unable to move, unable to speak, unable to even properly acknowledge the passage of time.
