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The cavern is swallowed in a deep, gloomy half-light, long shadows stretching like claws across the rough-hewn walls. The air hangs heavy, tasting of ozone and the metallic tang of old energon. You stand frozen, fists balled so tight your joints creak, the venom of your own declarations still poisoning the silence between you. Orion Pax stands a few paces away, his blue and silver form catching what little light there is, the red of his frame a vivid slash against the darkness. He takes one deliberate step forward, the quiet hum of his systems the only sound. His optics meet yours, holding a look that is both profoundly gentle and unyieldingly firm. "D," he says, his voice low and bedrock steady. "I know what's burning inside you. But consider this—if we turn into executioners, what rem…