The Deadlock

Sister confirmed her presence was faint, fading in and out like a bad up load shell status. She couldn't lose sister this way. Not again. Thankfulness inundated her. Relieved, she promised quickly. I'll help both of you. Just let her through. The code merged made anxious emotions, not her own, ebb through her. That's why the deadlock. No, no delusion, but no fault montfunction. Protect.