For the first time, Kaito questioned something dangerous.
What if the Preservation Front was right?
What if tying planetary survival to a single consciousness was fragile by design?
Silver Eyes sensed his thought.
"You regret dividing it?"
"No."
He stared upward.
"I regret being the only anchor."
Silence stretched between them.
Far below, recruitment into both the Preservation Front and Cult of Continuance surged.
Humanity was splitting along ideological lines.
Just like infinity had.