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He couldn't speak. He simply nodded.

When the painting was secured, Kokomi realized she was crying. Neil, standing across the turnstile glass, wiped a tear from his cheek—a tear that, in his inverted timeline, had yet to fall.

"Kokomi, NO—!"

"There isn't," he said. "I've seen it. The Algorithm of Dried Tears will only be stopped if someone holds the door. And that someone—" He touched the shell around his neck. "—is me."

Kokomi stared at the shell. "I haven't given you this yet." Kokomi Sex Dance -Tenet-

They stepped into the machine. On one side, Kokomi moved forward. On the other, Neil inverted. When they emerged into the gala, they were not two people, but a single recursive action.

"There's something I never told you," he said. "In the future, after you died, I inverted myself 5,000 times. Each time, I tried to save you. Each time, you chose to die—because if you lived, the Algorithm would use your strategic mind to win." He couldn't speak

She pressed the shell into his palm. "For luck," she whispered. "Not regret."