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“Not just warriors.”

I pulled up another file fragment. “Human women too.”

That got his full attention.

I had spent the last hour reconstructing what I could remember from Sera’n’s comparison set, then cross-checking the surviving details against the records Veyr could access offline. It wasn’t much.

But it was enough.

I created four columns.

WARRIOR STATUS.

HUMAN STATUS.

COMPATIBILITY CHANGE.

TIMING.

Veyr watched me build them. “You did this in the laboratory?”

I shrugged. “Not this exact thing.”

“You recognize patterns quickly.”

“That’s the job.”

His eyes flicked toward me.

“Lab work isn’t just running tests,” I said. “Half the job is noticing when something doesn’t belong where it’s supposed to.” I highlighted the first row. “Dead warrior.” Then the second. “Transferred warrior.” The third. “Human reassigned.” The fourth. “Prospective match unavailable.” And the fifth. “Sample relabeled.”

Veyr’s expression grew more serious with every line.

I sat back. “See it?”

“Yes.”

That answer came too quickly.

I looked at him. “What do you see?”

He took the terminal and rotated it slightly. “These three warriors are from different units.”

“Okay.”

“Different regions.”

I nodded. “Good.”

“Different ranks.”

I frowned. “So not one commander.”

“No.”

“Not one military branch.”

“No.”