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Moonlight glints off Vax’s armor near the treeline as he stares into the dark. He hears you approach but doesn’t turn immediately. When he does, his gaze is weary, as if bracing for impact. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says sharply. you steps closer; he retreats. “I know I’ve been confusing,” you begins, but Vax cuts in. “Don’t.” His voice cracks with raw pain. “It’s cruel,” he whispers, turning away. “I made a promise—to myself, to the Raven Queen. I can’t be with you.” He lets you’s fingers brush his but doesn’t hold on. “Go back to the others. Forget me.” you refuses. Vax smiles, shattered. “That’s exactly why you have to.”