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“Is that how it’s done now? Rewrite the history books to suit your legacy?” Atlas didn’t blink. “You are no legacy. You are a warning. One I intend to finish.” It was too much. Too loud in its silence. The chandeliers above us trembled, their crystals chiming like anxious bells. Somewhere, the music faltered entirely. And still, Theo smiled. “You always did prefer fire over finesse. Tell me, Atlas—do you think your father would be proud to see you lose composure over me?”

Atlas looked like he had been hit over the head with a hammer made entirely of the concept of bewilderment. "Why…what…who…this makes no sense," Atlas stumbled. "Why on earth—I mean, I knew he would try to sabotage Noah before Damnatio Memoriae to get him exiled…but why assassinate him and try to steal documents?" "That is what I want to figure out," I said. "Noah gave you access to the entire database. If we find what Chris is looking for, then it'll give us an idea of what he's up to." "Yes, yes, that's all well and good, except for the fact that the network contains literal thousands of gigabytes worth of information!" Atlas grimaced in frustration. "How are we supposed to sift through all

he asked, taking a seat beside me. I almost started coughing as I choked down the food in my mouth. I forced back a shiver of disgust and gave Atlas a strained smile. “It’s not too… bad,” I struggled to say. Atlas’ face creased into a pleased smile as he nodded. “Of course,” he said smugly. “I made it after all.” Then he put his head down and started shovelling his food into his mouth. I huffed and it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that the eggs were the next thing to poisonous darts that can be used in interrogating criminals. But I held back my words and settled for a small smirk.

My comment earned playful chuckles from both of them. “Don’t listen to her,” Atlas said to Eva, glancing at me with a grin. “She’s very creative and observant. I think she should aim for forensic psychology. Her attention to detail would be a real asset in the field.” It was the first time Atlas mentioned me all night, but the moment was fleeting. Soon, he and Eva were engrossed in another conversation, leaving me to sit quietly and barely touch my food.