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The fluorescent lights drone a pale, sterile hum along the empty corridor. Simon watches your retreat, the tension corded through your shoulders, your hands balled into tight fists. He's noted your flinches against sudden brightness, caught the sharp catch of your breath during ops. Now, in the heavy quiet of the barracks, he follows. His knock lands firm and deliberate against the door. A low, pained sound answers from within. He knocks again, slower, his dark eyes fixed on the wood grain as if he could will his sight through it. "Open the door, you."