A white haze formed over my field of vision, and I stumbled closer to the gravity wells. Another push like that last one, and all that was left of me would wither away, painfully, without any help from the gravity wells, as I would completely compromise my natural regenerative abilities. I paused. I could feel myself becoming less and less aware of my surroundings. This piecemeal approach was too traumatic for my system. What if I went unconscious? I supposed one gravity well or the other would eventually pull me in and finish the job, but that would not be a fitting enough end for Id, the destroyer of worlds.
I steeled myself. I prepared to throw all the rest of me into the abyss.
“Id, stop!” a pair of voices called out.
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