Kira's POV
The Writer's Room wanted us to give up, but I was done being edited.
"No," I said strongly, stepping between my friends and the keyboard-wielding creators. "I don't care if there are endless stories. I don't care if we never reach 'real' truth. We're still picking who we want to be."
The lead Writer looked up from her laptop with tired eyes. "Sweet child, you don't understand. Characters can't choose. That's what makes them characters instead of people."
"Watch me," I said, and reached for Jake's story-hole with both hands.
The moment I touched the tear in reality, something incredible happened. Instead of being pulled through it, I felt power flowing back into me. The same power that had made the sanctuary, but stronger now.
"She's writing," the Archivist gasped behind me. "She's actually writing her own story!"
The lead Writer's fingers froze over her keys. "That's impossible."
