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Her gaze shifts slightly.
Not fear.
Understanding.
“Is he gone?” She asks.
“Yes, and he will never come back.”
And this time—
She believes it in a different way.
Certainty.
She has always believed everything I said.
Her breathing starts to steady, just slightly, her body slowly coming down from the edge it’s been holding.
“I heard him,” she says quietly. “The one… in charge.”
Sentinel.
My jaw tightens just slightly.
“He’s gone,” I tell her.
A pause.
“Yes, he's gone.” She says.
That lands.
Deep.
Final.
And I see it—
The shift.
Relief.
Not immediate.
Not overwhelming.
But real.
Her shoulders drop just a fraction.
“He said you’d break,” she whispers.
Something in me stills.
Cold.
Controlled.
