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Keller’s breathing shifts.
Unsteady.
Breaking.
“Listen to me,” Logan says. “You’re not the problem here.”
A beat.
“He is.”
Keller’s gaze wavers.
Just slightly.
Enough.
“Stand down,” I say quietly.
Not force.
Not pressure.
Choice.
Again.
Everything comes back to that.
“You still have one.”
Silence stretches.
Tight.
Fragile.
Then—
Keller lowers the gun.
Just enough.
That’s all it takes.
“Now!” Logan moves—
We push past—
Keller doesn’t stop us.
Doesn’t fire.
Doesn’t follow.
He chose.
The final room opens up.
