Just a little.
“I never stopped looking. I was so relieved when I found you.”
Jesus Christ.
That one hit everybody.
Even Russ looks away for a second.
Wu notices the emotional fractures widening around him.
And suddenly—
his entire demeanor changes.
The warmth disappears completely.
Gone.
Now all that’s left is the real Director Wu.
Cold intelligence.
Absolute control.
“You believe memory equals truth,” he says calmly.
Nobody answers.
Wu folds his hands behind his back.
“The children inside Sentinel were dying before we found them.”
Hannah shakes her head.
“That doesn’t excuse what you did.”
“No?” Wu steps forward slightly. “Would you prefer they had died nameless in refugee camps? Foster systems? War zones?”
“Don’t you dare—”
“You survived because I made hard decisions.”
Clay Vincent officially wants this man dead.
Painfully.
Slowly.
But Hannah steps forward before I can move.
And what scares me?
Wu lets her.
Because he still believes she belongs to him somehow.
Hannah’s voice trembles now with fury instead of fear.
