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Six lowered her hand.

She had 118 seconds left. She used them to tuck the rabbit back under Elara's arm, to smooth the blanket, to whisper the last verse of the lullaby into the dark. hsp06f1s4

"Yes," Six said. And for the first time, she didn't feel like a designation. She felt like a girl who had once been loved. Somewhere. Sometime. By someone who had hummed the very same song. Six lowered her hand

She had no mother. She had no childhood. She was built nine weeks ago in a vat. And yet. to smooth the blanket