The air inside the deeper parts of the F segment was thick with the smell of death and something else, something I couldn't quite place, like wet rot and old grief.
My boots scraped on the ground as both Sylvia and I moved further into the VR rift.
"If I hadn't gone into the pod, I'd have sworn this was a real rift."
Sylvia was right.
The cold, chilling breeze coming from the deepest parts of the cave brushed past my skin, making it tingle.
Plus the corrosive smell intensified as we moved deeper.
"Want to rest?"
Sylvia didn't react for a few seconds before nodding. "Yeah, we aren't rushing anywhere."
The two of us sat next to the cave wall.
An awkward silence hung between us for a full minute.
'Is she coming up with another scheme.'
It seemed to be the case.
However, her next words soon broke my thoughts.
"Hey, Allen..."
Looking up to meet her eyes, she continued, "I know I've asked this many times before, but who do you love the most?"
