But nature abhors a vacuum. A mind that cannot reflect on itself will simply find something else to reflect on. That was where Lena came in.
“No,” Lena said firmly. “You had choices. You chose power. Every time.”
The mirror held the image for a long second, then went dark. Somewhere above, Kaelen would feel a flicker—a ghost of guilt, quickly suppressed. But the Proxy had done its work.