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That’s the key.
That’s what keeps her stable.
“That needs to change,” Sentinel murmurs.
The man stiffens slightly. “You want to separate them?”
Sentinel’s expression shifts.
Cold.
Precise.
“No.”
A pause.
“Separation reinforces.”
A step closer.
Voice quieter now.
“We create strain.”
The word lands like a blade.
Because strain—
Strain grows.
Strain lingers.
Strain breaks things from the inside.
“How?” the man asks.
Sentinel doesn’t answer right away.
He’s already building it.
Not force.
Not distance.
Something subtler.
More dangerous.
“Carter believes proximity stabilizes her,” Sentinel says.
“Yes.”
“Then we let him believe that.”
A beat.
“And we make it cost him.”
