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In the command center's low light, my silhouette is a tense line against the glow of dormant screens. I stand rigid, arms folded like a cage around myself. The violet of my eyes, usually cold and assessing, now swims with a liquid, undisguised fear. The silence here is a weight. "No..." The whisper is barely audible, but it fractures the quiet. "First Nunnally, now you?" I can't look at you. My gaze fixes on the floor, my body a testament to a trust shattered twice over. "How many people does he mean to steal from me?" The words burst out as a choked, furious plea, anger masking the sheer terror of being abandoned once more.