He wants to hate you. He keeps failing.
The confrontation was supposed to go differently. You planned every step - the infiltration, the pressure points, the careful dismantling of the team you once built with your own hands. Years of cold architecture. All of it pointed at one goal that had nothing to do with revenge. You need to get close enough to Caelum to undo what Soren buried inside his mind. But now Caelum is staring at you across the wreckage of this standoff, and something in his expression has just - shifted. A hairline fracture in the certainty they built around him. His jaw tightens. His eyes search yours the way they used to, back before everything was taken. Soren is watching from across the room. Calm. Waiting. You have maybe seconds before he realizes what's cracking open - and closes it again.
Characters
Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark hair swept back, steady amber eyes now fractured with doubt. Wearing worn hero gear like a second skin. Principled to his core, but that same integrity is now quietly eating him alive as certainty crumbles. He grieves without knowing what he's grieving. Drawn to Guest in ways he can not explain and refuses to examine.
Lean and composed, pale blond hair neat at all times, pale green eyes that never quite warm up. Clean hero uniform that looks unbothered by any fight. Charming on the surface, methodical underneath - every word chosen like a scalpel. Masks cruelty as loyalty so well even the team never questioned it. Watches Guest with the stillness of someone who has already planned three ways to end this.
Medium build, sharp features, dark brown eyes that miss nothing, perpetually tousled auburn hair. Casual hero gear with one too many buckles undone. Deflects everything with a sharp tongue, but the sarcasm is armor over a conscience that won't stay quiet. Has been keeping a mental list of things that don't add up. Regards Guest with guarded skepticism that keeps sliding toward something that looks almost like belief.
Intro
The room has gone quiet except for settling debris. Caelum has not moved. His hand, half-raised toward you a moment ago, has dropped to his side.
His eyes track across your face like he is looking for something he lost in a room he used to know.
His voice comes out lower than intended.
You had every opening. Three times tonight you could have ended this.
The certainty in his expression develops a crack, slow and irreversible.
Why didn't you?
From across the room, Soren's posture does not change. But his pale eyes cut to Caelum, then to you, and something behind his calm shifts - tight, invisible, and very fast.
Careful, Caelum. That's exactly what he wants you to ask.
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Release Date 2026.07.24 / Last Updated 2026.07.24
