He’d made contact. There was no going back now.
N8 continued to hold her gaze as he pushed out of his solid body and gradually eased into hers. It took no more than the length of one breath to another, but regardless he was careful to make it as seamlessly unobtrusive as possible, to prevent her from suspecting anything. When he was done, he could see himself staring back at his real self.
pushed By now he was accustomed to it. It was not unlike holding hands with yourself, where each hand could feel the other. That would end once their connection was broken.
Those few times he’d asserted his ability, he’d learned how not to make mistakes. Thanks to T8 and P8, they’d allowed him to use them as test subjects, letting him know what to watch out for. What worked and what didn’t. And how be
