When the realization fully set in, Tweet's immediate instinct was terror. A cold knot formed in his chest. The idea of living inside an adaptive, relentless entity that would rewrite living tissue just to crawl back to him made him want to rip the armor off and fling it into the nearest star.
He paused, forcing his racing thoughts to slow down.
He recalled the two mysterious entities who had originally bestowed this gift upon him. They were beings of unimaginable power, fully aware of every intricacy and drive coded into their creation. Yet, they had chosen to hand it to him. In all his interactions with them, they had never struck him as cruel or capricious, they weren't the type to play sadistic games or make life miserable for lesser beings.
If they trusted him with a tool this dangerous and devoted, perhaps he needed to stop fearing what it was, and start understanding what it meant to wield it.
