“I didn’t ask for it,” Melody muttered. “Harmony didn’t let me choose. When I was researching…” She trailed off. “God, when I was researching you.” The door opened, and she practically shoved Deadlight inside. She scanned the controls for the place they were least likely to see anyone—central fabrication. Most of that floor wasn’t even accessible, aside from the observation walkway. “Why didn’t you tell me? You’ve been alive for… thousands of years?”