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I lean forward slightly, eyes locked on the stream.
And I give him the truth.
Clean.
Final.
“You didn’t build a system,” I say quietly.
A beat.
“You built a confession.”
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“This is impossible,” I whisper.
The word feels foreign.
Not because it’s wrong—
Because it’s mine.
I don’t believe in impossible.
I account for variables.
I eliminate uncertainty.
I design outcomes.
But this—
This is outside the model.
“No,” Lark’s voice says.
Not through air.
Through the system.
Through everything.
Clear. Steady. Unavoidable.
“This is accountability.”
The word lands harder than any weapon.
Because I understand it.
Not conceptually.
Functionally.
Every layer I built—
