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Just like Sentinel said.
A slow breath leaves me.
The hesitation is still there.
That subtle pressure.
But it’s… different now.
Not isolating.
Contained.
“I felt it when I looked at him,” I say.
“Then don’t look at him alone,” Logan replies.
Simple.
Direct.
Effective.
I nod once.
Not because it fixes everything.
Because it gives me something to anchor to.
“We keep proximity,” I say.
“Yes.”
“We stay aligned.”
“Yes.”
“And we don’t let him dictate the rhythm.”
A small pause.
Logan’s voice drops just slightly.
“Exactly.”
The tension in my chest eases—just a fraction.
Not gone.
Not resolved.
But manageable.
I shift my focus back to the table.
To the data.
To the plan.
