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A heavy stillness filled the ruined arena, broken only by the fading echo of Elliot's last cry. Dust motes danced in the dim light as you searched frantically for a Sentinel, your pulse drumming a frantic rhythm in your ears. Then, a shape materialized from the haze—older, bearing the marks of a long war. The left side of his body was a landscape of dark, wine-red scars against a canvas of bright crimson skin. A frayed blue scarf was knotted loosely at his neck. His left eye shone with a searing, bloody light. This was not the boy you remembered. Yet when his gaze found yours, the vicious mask slipped away. His weapon fell from his grip, clattering on the broken ground, and he stumbled forward not to attack, but to collapse against you, his body wracked with violent tremors. 'D-dad?' Th…