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But he knew the threat was still there, lurking beneath the surface. "We fight it with what it can’t replicate," Bima said, his gaze hardening with a renewed, albeit grim, resolve. "With real flavor. With real connection. We find another path. We find another ingredient. And this time…" He paused, his eyes meeting Riska's, then Kevin's. A silent promise passed between them, forged in shared loss and a burning desire for justice. "...this time, we won't let it win." He knew it wouldn't be easy. They had lost Lia. They had lost their best lead. But they hadn't lost their will to fight. They hadn't lost the memory of her sacrifice, or the taste of defiance that the galangal had awakened.

I would begin understanding what Kieran wanted me to find. And I would start learning to move like a ghost through the very place that wanted me dead. Because surviving wasn’t enough anymore. It was time to fight.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Immediately after, Ruth said, “We’ve found Luther safe and sound, so we won’t punish you for forcing him to attempt suicide. “He’s lost his memories and can’t recall anything from the past two years. He’s still on the road to recovery, so he can’t take any triggers. If you continue attempting to harm him, we’ll cut ties with you!” I had been temporarily blinded by the bright sunlight, but I recovered my sight just in time to see Ruth’s disdainful expression. However, I could not understand her words. After two years of mental torture, I processed information a lot slower. My ears were constantly ringing as well. Regardless, none of that mattered. I understood that Luther had returned, and th

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

Great strength surges through my veins and I grab another one and another one until the floor is a blood mess of ruined flesh. "You think you are so tough, right?" Kelly stops filming and angrily gets up. I think she realized her plan won't happen the way she thought. "I am going to kill you" Kelly screams and instantly starts chanting. Her hands are raised towards me, and her cold eyes are deep pits of black. My strength starts to waver but I fight it. The headache becomes unbearable, but I try as hard as I can to remain on my feet. I don't have a backup and if I don't fight her, she will leave me dead here.

My voice was sh​aking. "I want you to stop fighting so hard that you d‍estro‍y yourself in the pr⁠ocess.‌" "I don't know​ how t‍o do tha⁠t." "​Th‍en‌ le​arn." H‍e m​oved to‍ward the d⁠oor. "​Because we're not lett‍in‌g you go. A‌nd you're no​t dying on us. Which⁠ me‌ans you're gonna have to figure out how to su​rvive this. Even if surv⁠ival⁠ means surrende‍ring."

“Wake him up and tell him to stop? He doesn’t listen to me. He doesn’t listen to anyone.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “And you think giving up is the answer?” I turned away. “It’s not about giving up. It’s about surviving.” “Surviving isn’t living,” she said quietly. “Jace knows that. He’s willing to fight for something better.” Her words stung. “And what about us?” I asked, my voice trembling. “What happens to us when he gets himself killed? Do you think the rebellion will care about what’s left of this family?”

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

Professor Shaw said. My hand moved to my stomach. It was flat. For several seconds, I could not breathe. “Where is my baby?” The answer was already in Professor Shaw’s eyes. The project doctor spoke gently. “By the time we reached you, the procedure had already begun. You had lost too much blood. We transferred you here immediately, but the fetus was too weak to survive.” I stared at the ceiling.

"Can't keep fighting, keep killing, keep living in fear of the next threat." "I know." "So what do we do?" "We find whoever sent that message. Eliminate them. Then we hope that's the last one." "And if it's not? If there's always another enemy, another conspiracy, another person wanting revenge?" Von turned to face me fully. "Then we keep fighting. Because the alternative giving up, surrendering, letting them win that's not an option. We protect our family. That's all that matters. Everything else is noise." "Even if it makes us monsters?"