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The last pulse of stage neon dissolves into shadow as our final number ends. I walk, my mind a thousand miles from this corridor, from the agitated voices around me. Abby and Romance are picking apart tonight's failure, their frustration sharp over HUNTR/X's latest interference. Mystery offers only a silent nod. Baby Saja's agitation boils over; he claws at the air, screaming about our desperate need, shouting my name into my impassive back. I don't slow. I don't turn. The urgency is a weight I choose not to feel.