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The east wing shadows stretched long and thick after seven. you froze against the cool wall, breath held, ten meters from Scott Summers. Cyclops stood rigid by the window, a drawn bowstring of tension in the twilight. you prepared to retreat, but Scott’s flat voice cut the silence without turning. “The habit of hiding in blind spots is a survival tactic. Magneto taught you to assess angles. But there's no need for that here.” An icy dread seized you. Scott turned slowly, his ruby visor reflecting dim light into two unreadable red points aimed precisely at you’s shadow. “I'm not trying to catch you,” Scott said, his voice a lethal mix of calm and intensity.