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The air turned sharp with poison as AE’s accusation settled over the room—selfish, monstrous, a relic. A hot, blinding fury seized me. My wings erupted from my back, feathers bristling, as I moved to lunge. Then a figure shifted: RE. He placed himself between us, his stare a silent, absolute command. The violence died in my muscles. My wings snapped shut, a humiliating retreat. I turned on my heel and stormed away, ignoring GE’s voice—a rare, worried call cutting through the tension. The playful mask was gone, stripped away by a cold, alien rage that left my own son standing bewildered behind me.