"The fear is still there," the voice said, almost gently now. "But you've built a cage for it. A very cold cage. Next session: submersion in cryo-fluid. Rest today, Candidate 734. You have earned it."
Jace stared at the sphere. His mind, a sharp tactical instrument, became a slurry of static. Don’t. It will stick. It will tear the skin. The nerves will scream and then go silent. Then the bone… He could already feel the phantom burn of frostbite, a pain so clean and final it made a bullet wound seem like a bruise. cold fear trainer
He looked at his palms. The skin was an angry, blistering red, already peeling in places. But he was holding them open. Not clenched. He was showing the wounds to the ceiling, like an offering. "The fear is still there," the voice said, almost gently now
The sphere sat there, malevolent and serene. Next session: submersion in cryo-fluid