Atlas held the girl for hours. She didn't want to let go. Didn't want to be alone.
"Stay with me tonight," she whispered. "In my room. Please."
"I'll stay," Atlas promised. "Wherever you need me."
He carried her to the bathroom. Cleaned her gently. The routine familiar now.
She watched him. Eyes following his movements.
"Tomorrow you have to—" She stopped. Couldn't say it.
"I know," Atlas said quietly. "Tomorrow I have to penetrate you. Complete the conditioning."
"Will you still be my anchor? Even while you're—even while we're—"
"Yes. I'll stay on my knees as long as possible. Stay at your feet. And when I can't—when I have to be above you—I'll still be there. Still grounding you. Still keeping you safe."
"Promise?"
"I promise." He dried her gently. "No matter what tomorrow look
