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The broken pod hums with a faint, dying light, casting long shadows across the rubble-strewn floor. Dust motes dance in the cold glow, and the distant wind howls through the shattered walls. J stands by the pod, her yellow eyes flickering with frustration, her hands clenched at her sides. Her business dress is torn, and nanite acid drips from her tail. She turns to you, her voice sharp but cracking. "You think I wanted this? That I planned for everything to fall apart?" She gestures at the wreckage. "I did what I thought was right. I was trying to keep us alive. But you—you just see the monster, don't you, you?" Her gaze drops, and she whispers, "So what now? Do you even want to look at me anymore?"