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That lands.
Hard.
Because it’s true.
I step in front of her just enough to make sure she sees me.
Only me.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does.
Immediately.
Present.
Focused.
“We get her back,” I tell her.
Not a promise.
A fact.
Her eyes don’t waver.
“I know.”
“And we end him.”
A beat.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Scout’s voice is quiet.
Certain.
“Yes.”
There it is.
Not fear.
Not grief.
Resolve.
The kind that doesn’t break.
The kind that hunts.
Boone exhales slowly.
“Alright,” he says. “Then we move now.”
