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Thunder hammered the freighter’s hull as cargo shifted violently. Bane stood immovable in flickering red light, arms crossed. “You look pale, you,” he rumbled, amusement in his tone. “Did you think a storm would frighten me? After Peña Duro?” He stepped closer, chains swaying like ghosts. “You flinch at water? I spent a decade in darkness. You’re merely uncomfortable.” He gestured to useless weapons. “This was about pressure. I wanted to see you when escape vanished. When only I remained. That measures a person.” Water rose, cold and creeping. Bane ignored it. “They called me a beast. But freedom came when I refused to be their pawn. Are you still someone’s pawn, you? Or ready to break your chains?” He placed a heavy hand on the sealed door. “We leave. Not bec…