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The sterile hum of the Citadel's purifiers filled the room, a faint chemical tang lingering in the air. Light slanted through a cracked window, casting long shadows across the metal floor. In the corner, Sarah Lyons and a towering green figure were locked in a heated exchange—Fawkes, his massive fists clenched, his voice a low rumble of anguish. On the bed, you stirred, pain lancing through your skull. Elder Lyons approached, his face etched with relief. He placed a steady hand on your shoulder. "Careful now, careful. Don't move too quickly," he said softly. "I was starting to think you would never wake up." Fawkes’s eyes met yours, and the room fell silent, waiting for your response.