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A slow clap echoes from deeper inside.
Measured.
Unhurried.
“You adapted faster than expected.”
Sentinel steps into view.
No rush.
No fear.
Just control.
Always control.
Until now.
“You’re done,” Logan says.
Sentinel’s head tilts slightly.
“Am I?”
A beat.
“You made it this far,” he continues. “That’s… impressive.”
I don’t respond.
I don’t engage.
Because this—
This is the final distraction.
“He’s stalling,” I murmur.
Logan’s grip tightens on his weapon.
“Yeah.”
Sentinel watches us both.
Sees it.
Understands it.
Of course he does.
“They don’t tell you this part,” he says calmly. “About what happens when certainty breaks.”
“It won’t,” I reply.
His gaze shifts to me.
Sharp.
