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Not controlled.
Not contained.
What he would become if I disappear.
It’s not justice.
It’s annihilation.
The system pings again.
Louder now.
Insistent.
Hungry.
He steps closer.
Close enough that I can feel the heat of him.
“Then don’t make me choose that version of myself,” he says.
That—
That’s the one thing I don’t have an answer for.
Behind him, Ronan appears in the doorway.
Fast.
Focused.
Already moving.
“It’s happening,” he says.
Aaron turns. “Where?”
Ronan’s eyes flick to me.
Grim.
Certain.
“They’ve started the countdown.”
My stomach drops.
Because now—
It’s no longer theoretical.
It’s live.
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