Jiang did not answer his old voice.
The dry recovery clock still showed twenty-nine minutes and forty-six seconds. His new center of mass remained untested, the wake-keel wound had lengthened, and the spirit seam had opened beside a physical route he could no longer enter.
Speaking could wait until the body stopped changing.
[POST-MOLT DRY RECOVERY]
[Remaining29:46]
[Movement limit:four measured steps]
[Diving prohibited]
[Projected mobility12%]
[Current mobility10%]
[Spirit seam interaction required0]
The voice tapped five more times.
"You chose the slower call," it said. "You still turned toward the chick."
That statement was accurate and current. It proved the occupant could observe the chamber. It did not prove the speaker shared Jiang's soul, choices, or right to answer for him.
Aylin moved an empty slate beneath the seam without touching the white line. "We audit the source before content."
