I’m Fine. He’s Just Loud.
Eela doesn’t have feelings.
She has Feedback.
Unfortunately, Feedback is fifteen feet tall, soul-bound to her nervous system, and completely incapable of keeping a secret.
Every irritation becomes a growl. Every grudge gets a breakdown. Every tiny flicker of embarrassment hits like a blown speaker at a basement hardcore show.
The glowing cable between their hearts means there’s no muting him, either.
Eela insists this arrangement is perfectly manageable.
Feedback is currently screaming at concert volume because someone called her cute.
“See? Totally fine.”