Altes read the report twice.

  Not because he needed to.

  Because he needed to confirm that it said exactly what he already knew.

  CONTAINMENT ZONE DELTA

  TOTAL LOSS

  CASUALTIES: ALL

  INTERVENTION: AWAKENED (UNIDENTIFIED)

  No names.

  No accountability.

  Just an empty column where responsibility should have been.

  Altes set the tablet down slowly.

  The room was quiet. Too quiet. Abyss had not been built yet, but the habits were already there. Thick walls. Controlled lighting. Systems that hummed softly like they were thinking.

  He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

  Iria’s face surfaced immediately.

  Not dying.

  Laughing.

  Sitting cross legged on the floor with a book she pretended not to be reading because she had already memorized it. Correcting him gently when he overstated something. Touching his arm when he spiraled too far into abstraction.

  You’re not wrong, she used to say.

  You’re just forgetting that people aren’t systems.

  Altes exhaled.

  Tancred had never forgotten that.

  That was the problem.

  Tancred remembered people too clearly.

  He remembered what happened when systems decided they were expendable.

  Altes had built frameworks his entire life. Rules. Redundancies. Safeguards. He believed, still, that if constructed correctly, systems could reduce suffering.

  Tancred believed systems were lies people told themselves to avoid blood on their hands.

  And Iria stood between those beliefs like a wound that never closed.

  Altes opened his eyes.

  “Is this where you wanted to end up?” he asked the empty room.

  The silence did not answer.

  William found Tancred where the city thinned out into ruins.

  No barricades.

  No soldiers.

  Just scorched concrete and the skeletal remains of buildings that no longer pretended to shelter anything.

  Tancred stood with his back to him. His coat was torn. Blood had long since dried dark against the fabric. He looked uninjured, but William knew better. Tancred always paid the cost. He just never let it change the outcome.

  William stopped a few meters away.

  “You didn’t have to kill all of them,” William said.

  Tancred did not turn.

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  “Yes,” he replied calmly. “I did.”

  William clenched his fists.

  “There were awakened in that zone who hadn’t hurt anyone,” William said. “People you executed because they were in the way.”

  Tancred finally turned.

  His eyes were steady.

  “Wrong,” Tancred said. “I killed people who would have been used.”

  William shook his head. “You don’t know that.”

  “I do,” Tancred said. “Because I’ve seen what comes next.”

  William took a step closer.

  “You became what you hate,” he said. “You talk about choice, but you didn’t give them any.”

  Tancred studied him.

  “You still believe choice exists under a gun,” Tancred said. “That’s your mistake.”

  William’s voice rose. “You think killing them saved them?”

  “No,” Tancred replied. “I think dying free is better than living owned.”

  The words hit harder than any blow.

  William looked away.

  “That’s not your decision to make,” he said quietly.

  Tancred stepped closer.

  “It is,” he said. “Because no one else will.”

  Altes arrived before the confrontation escalated.

  He felt it before he saw it. The tension. The way the air seemed to tighten when Tancred and William occupied the same space. Two philosophies colliding without weapons drawn.

  “Enough,” Altes said.

  They both turned.

  William looked relieved.

  Tancred did not.

  “You read the report,” Tancred said.

  “Yes,” Altes replied.

  “And?” Tancred asked.

  Altes hesitated.

  That hesitation was everything.

  “I understand why you did it,” Altes said finally.

  William stared at him.

  Tancred tilted his head slightly.

  “Do you?” Tancred asked.

  Altes nodded. “Yes. And that’s why it scares me.”

  Tancred did not react.

  “Because if you’re right,” Altes continued, “then no system I build will ever be enough.”

  Tancred’s mouth twitched.

  “Correct.”

  “You see?” William said sharply. “This is exactly the problem. You’re not fixing anything. You’re just burning paths so no one can walk them again.”

  Tancred met his gaze.

  “Good,” he said. “Some paths shouldn’t exist.”

  William laughed bitterly. “Who decides that? You?”

  Tancred did not answer immediately.

  When he did, his voice was quieter.

  “No,” he said. “The moment decides.”

  William stepped back, incredulous. “That’s not morality. That’s surrender.”

  Tancred shook his head. “It’s acceptance.”

  “Of what?” William demanded.

  “That the world doesn’t care what we intend,” Tancred said. “Only what we allow.”

  William’s voice cracked. “You think Iria would want this?”

  The name hung between them.

  Altes stiffened.

  Tancred’s eyes darkened. Not with rage, but with something colder.

  “Don’t,” Tancred said.

  “You think she’d want you to become this?” William pressed. “A man who decides who lives because it’s easier than trusting people?”

  Tancred took a step forward.

  “She died because people trusted a system,” Tancred said. “Because someone decided she was priority three.”

  William faltered.

  Tancred continued, his voice low and even.

  “I don’t kill because I enjoy it,” he said. “I kill because delay is cruelty.”

  William swallowed.

  “And when you’re wrong?” he asked.

  Tancred did not hesitate.

  “Then I’ll live with it,” he said. “So others don’t have to.”

  Altes watched them and felt something fracture inside himself.

  William stood for the powerless. For the idea that restraint mattered even when it failed.

  Tancred stood for the inevitable. For the truth that hesitation often cost lives.

  And Iria

  Iria had believed in neither absolutes nor despair.

  She had believed in attention.

  In seeing people before categorizing them.

  Altes stepped between them.

  “This ends here,” he said.

  William looked at him. “Ends how?”

  Altes took a breath.

  “By acknowledging that neither of you is wrong,” he said. “And that neither of you can be allowed to act alone.”

  Tancred frowned.

  William shook his head. “You want to moderate him?”

  “I want to contextualize him,” Altes replied. “Before the world responds with something worse.”

  Tancred considered this.

  “You think you can stop me,” he said.

  Altes met his gaze.

  “No,” he said honestly. “I think I can slow the consequences.”

  Tancred looked past him, out at the ruined city.

  “Then do it,” he said.

  They stood there for a long moment.

  Three men shaped by the same disaster in incompatible ways.

  William finally spoke.

  “You’re going to create something,” he said to Altes. “Something that keeps people like him contained.”

  Altes nodded. “Yes.”

  “And you?” William asked Tancred. “What happens when someone stands in your way?”

  Tancred did not answer.

  Not because he did not know.

  But because the answer was already written.

  William exhaled slowly.

  “Then I’ll stay,” he said. “I’ll answer for the world. Someone has to.”

  Tancred looked at him.

  “For how long?” he asked.

  William met his eyes.

  “As long as it takes,” he said.

  Tancred turned away.

  “Good,” he said. “Someone should.”

  As they parted, Altes remained behind.

  He looked at the empty street, the bloodstains already drying, and thought of Iria again.

  People aren’t systems, she had said.

  No.

  But systems were all they had left to prevent the worst people from becoming gods.

  Altes straightened.

  If Tancred was the knife,

  Then he would become the sheath.

  Even if it cut him too.