I spent the hour searching for Astro.
Trying to find where enforcers took him.
But the city was vast.
The marble streets endless.
And my disrupted mask wouldn't last.
Already I felt the draining resuming.
Genuine emotions fading.
Artificial loyalty seeping back.
I had to choose.
Keep searching alone.
Or find the rebellion.
Find allies.
Find wolves who might help rescue him.
The rebellion was the strategic choice.
Even if it felt like abandoning him.
I waited until midnight.
Counting the moments.
Feeling more of myself disappear.
The Omega Servant role growing stronger.
My thoughts becoming simpler.
More obedient.
More grateful for hierarchy.
I forced myself to remember.
Forced myself to hold onto Haven.
To who I really was.
But it was slipping.
Fast.
The eastern fountain.
Carved marble.
Perfect geometry.
Water flowing in precise patterns.
