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“No.”
A pause.
“That would be noise.”
He turns back to the screen.
Already building it in his mind.
Tone.
Timing.
Delivery.
“You don’t bring the source,” he continues.
“You recreate the effect.”
Understanding hits.
Slow.
Unsettling.
“You’re going to make her feel like that again,” the man says quietly.
Sentinel doesn’t answer.
He doesn’t need to.
Because that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
Not loudly.
Not obviously.
Just—
A look.
A word.
A moment placed perfectly out of alignment.
“She’s stable right now,” Sentinel says. “Connected. Present.”
A slight tilt of his head.
“We don’t break that.”
A beat.
“We make her question it.”
The man exhales slowly. “And Carter?”
Sentinel’s eyes darken just slightly.
