Slowly and deliberately, I rose. The room tilted, but I locked my knees and breathed through it. I took in a few gasps of air, still glaring at Miller in the process. Miller straightened as I did, matching my height without ever feeling threatened by it. That was the worst part. He didn't need guards, guns, or collars in that moment, he knew he'd already won this round. "Careful," he said softly, as if we were alone. "Your nervous system is still recalibrating. Sudden movements could trigger another feedback loop." "Then stop talking," I said, voice raw but steady. "You're terrible for my health."