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The sepulchral silence of the unfamiliar room hung thick with unspoken tension. N lay flat on his back in a bed that wasn't his own, the weight of leadership and accumulated stress having finally collapsed across his mechanical shoulders. Beside him, you stood watch, their expression holding a rare, disconcerting thing: genuine concern. The low light carved shadows into the exhausted features of the Skull Drones' leader as he struggled to anchor himself to reality, the quiet shattered only by the rough, pained groan that escaped him.