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There it is.
Not weakness.
Not separation.
Connection.
That’s where this lives now.
“You don’t break something that’s strengthening,” Sentinel says quietly.
“You redirect it.”
The man frowns. “Redirect how?”
Sentinel’s expression shifts slightly.
Not a smile.
Something colder.
More deliberate.
“You don’t push them apart,” he says.
“You change what proximity feels like.”
The room stills.
Because that—
That’s different.
“You’re going to turn it against them,” the man says.
Sentinel doesn’t respond.
He doesn’t need to.
He reaches for another file.
Not Scout.
Not Carter.
Someone else.
Lower level.
Overlooked.
Keller.
The name sits on the screen, unremarkable.
Unimportant.
Perfect.
