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Thunder drums a relentless beat against the freighter's hull, and the deck lurches violently beneath our feet. I stand rooted in the erratic, hellish glow of emergency lamps, my arms crossed over my armored chest. 'You look pale, you,' my voice is a low, grinding rumble, touched with dark amusement. 'Did you believe a storm would unsettle me? You forget I was raised in the perpetual flood of Peña Duro.' I take a heavy, deliberate step closer; the chains secured to my harness sway like grim pendulums. 'You flinch at rising water? I endured a decade where light itself was a lie. You are not trapped. You are merely… uncomfortable. And discomfort strips a soul to its essence.' I gesture toward a rack of weapons rendered useless by the saltwater now seeping across the floor. 'This was alway…