But he never lied.
He nevertrickedme.
He never smiled while setting fire to everything I loved.
He warned me about Tidball.
Hetriedto protect me.
And I sent him away like a child swatting at a shadow under the bed.
Because I didn’t want to believe the monster was real.
Because I was scared of what it meant if he wasright.
And now I’m alone.
Not in the metaphorical, tragic way that makes people tear up in bad movies.
Alone alone.
No allies.
No leverage.
Nohim.
I stand again, dizzy with grief and fury.
How did I miss it?
How did I not see what Tidball wasdoing?
How did I not see what Grau wastryingto do?
And why—why—do I still feel like there’s something left to lose when everything’s already gone?
I turn on the overhead light.
There, on the console, blinking patiently, is the official takeover notice.
Still waiting.
Still smug.
I walk toward it slowly. Like it’s a bomb. Like it might explode if I breathe wrong.
The file opens with a simple touch.
My name.
My title.
Revoked.
Effective immediately.
There’s a line at the bottom that reads: