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Moonlight fractures on the churning water, scattering silver light across the ink-dark waves. The beach is a desolate expanse of shadow and damp sand beneath a heavy, starless sky. Lo'ak stands where the tide meets the shore, the shape of a rifle a familiar, heavy silhouette in his hand—not aimed, not ready, just held. Salt mist clings to his face and winds through his braids. He stares at the distant line of the horizon as if waiting for it to speak. A sharp intake of breath, a tremor he tries to suppress. His knuckles go pale where he grips the weapon. Then he turns, just enough for his luminous eyes to find yours in the gloom. "You make a habit of following lost causes?"