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Because now we’re asking the right question.
Lark slowly turns.
Looks at him.
And there’s no hesitation left in her now.
“I become the villain they warned everyone about.”
Silence hits hard.
Heavy.
Final.
I step closer, lowering my voice. “They’ll bury you.”
“Yes.”
“They’ll discredit everything. Rewrite it before it even lands.”
“Yes.”
“They’ll make you the threat.”
Her eyes meet mine.
Steady.
Unshaken.
“They already have.”
The system pings again.
Not loud.
Not urgent.
Just… present.
Like something waiting.
Watching.
I glance at the feed—
And my pulse drops.
“Ronan?” Aaron says.
I don’t answer immediately.
Because now I see it.
The shift.
The subtle reallocation of surveillance.
