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I don’t mention Luna’s kid.

I don’t mention that if they ever try to drag her back into this festering shadow war, I’ll burn every outpost on this moon just to keep her free.

I end the log and sit back, exhaling slow. The console goes dark.

And in the black mirror of its screen, I see my face—drawn, hard, and tired.

I’m not a spy anymore.

Not just a soldier.

Not even just a man.

I’m something else now.

I’mhers.

Whatever that means, whatever it costs, I’ll figure it out.