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“Certainty.”
The word lands like a blade.
Because that’s what they’re built on now.
Each other.
Trust.
Alignment.
Remove that—
And everything shifts again.
“How?” the man asks.
Sentinel doesn’t answer right away.
Because this time—
This move has to be precise.
Final.
“No more indirect pressure,” he says.
A beat.
“No more observation.”
The man stiffens slightly.
“You’re going after them directly.”
Sentinel’s gaze darkens.
“Yes.”
Because this has gone beyond testing.
Beyond shaping.
Beyond patience.
“They’ve made themselves a fixed point,” he continues.
A faint, cold smile forming.
“So now…”
A pause.
“…we move the ground under them.”
The room stills.
Because this isn’t psychological anymore.
