Why he framed emotions as weakness.
Why he insisted memories couldn’t be trusted.
Sentinel didn’t just torture children.
They psychologically isolated them from reality itself.
The realization makes me feel sick.
Clay’s thumb brushes slowly across my knuckles.
Grounding.
Always grounding.
Mason checks the rearview mirror sharply.
“We lost two vehicles.”
Russ looks over immediately.
“Sentinel?”
“Yeah.”
Mason’s expression darkens.
“They’re searching district by district now.”
Of course they are.
Wu knows too much now:
my memories are returning
survivors are reconnecting
the list exists
former operatives are defecting
That makes us dangerous.
Very dangerous.
The SUV turns sharply into an industrial alleyway before disappearing beneath an abandoned shipping structure near the waterfront.
Hidden garage.
Prepared.
Interesting.
Gabriel notices me looking.
“Safehouse.”
My pulse stumbles slightly.
