Every time I recovered my consciousness, I would repeat the same question.
Miwen: "How many more?"
It was hard enough to prevent my identity from blending with others after going through their lives, and it made keeping track of how many were left outright impossible.
Thankfully, even though I was acting like a lunatic, asking the same question time and time again, the First Daughter never lost her patience and continued to answer me like it was the first time.
First Daughter: "None... Congratulations, by your next step, we'll have arrived."
Her tone wasn't very celebratory.
If anything, she seemed a little down about it.
I, on the other hand, was utterly relieved.
The last few lives took a bigger toll on me than I had imagined they would.
It wasn't so much about me struggling to maintain my identity as it was about my brain handling the information I was given.
