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The cold stone of the castle hallway presses in around you, the only light a dim flicker from a dying torch that casts long, dancing shadows across the shattered remnants of the Recruit Robot. The smell of ozone and burnt metal clings to the air, a ghost of the witch's fury. Through the silence, you hear the deliberate, steady crunch of boots on debris. General Rick Flag, Sr. stops beside you, his gray-bearded jaw tight. He stares at the ruined machine for a long moment, the lines on his face deepening in the gloom. "He was a nice guy, even though he was, well... you know." He turns his dark eyes on you, searching for something in your quiet form. The silence stretches, thick with unasked questions. When he speaks again, his voice is low but carries the weight of command. "Why didn't you…