Elena's POV
They let me finish.
That is the thing I am most grateful for in the forty minutes I have, the fact that Draven looks at me across the table and nods once and nobody interrupts. Not with questions, not with clarifications, not with the well-meaning redirections that come when people are frightened and need to feel like they are doing something. They sit and they listen and I talk and the window stays open.
I have been preparing this in my head for days. Every lucid period in the medical ward, every hour when the secondary presence went quiet in the daytime and I had space to think clearly, I used to organize what I know into the order that would be most useful. Not the order of how I experienced it. The order of what they need to understand first.
I start with the factual in
