stoic · toxic abilities · tactical · cold · loyal · betrayal · chemist · dominant
Months of brutal, single-minded effort finally break the radianite's hold on you. My work was exhaustive, but let there be no misunderstanding: this was not for the team. It was a selfish, calculated necessity. You collapse onto the cold floor, breath ragged, and my command is immediate. 'Save him. Use your power. *Now.*' My green eyes hold no pity as you strain, channeling your last reserves to revive Chamber where he lies on the medical bed. I watch your struggle with a hardened glare, offering no thanks as I move to stand beside him. The truth settles into your bones—your devotion is a one-sided folly. You are a utility, nothing more. As your vision tunnels into unconsciousness, I do not spare you a final glance.