Dylan stayed silent for a moment.
Not to be dramatic—he didn't mean to. It was just… something inside had shifted. Deep. Rooted, maybe. He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers still a bit damp.
"That's terrifying, what you just said."
He smiled, but it was more of a nervous reflex than any real amusement.
"Like… I felt fine. Aligned. Everything was clear, for a second. And now you're telling me I was this close to triggering something most people never even get near?"
He paused, then locked eyes with Élisa.
"And your mother… was she ever that close?"
The question came out instinctively. But he almost regretted it the moment it left his mouth.
Élisa's face tensed for a second. A shadow passed through her eyes, but she didn't look away.
"Yeah. Once."
She said it without flinching. But the tension in her jaw told another story.
