Logan remained seated among the scattered experimental records for a long while, the weight of everything he had just learned settling into something he could not easily shake loose.
"Tell me the rest," he said finally, looking up at Kira. "You have given me pieces throughout these past months. Fragments offered carefully, as though protecting me from too much truth at once. I am done receiving my own history in fragments, Kira. Tell me everything you know about how my father actually died."
Kira studied him for a long moment, weighing something behind her careful expression before finally settling onto the crate beside him.
"Your father was betrayed," she said quietly. "Not simply overwhelmed by superior numbers, not simply poisoned during an unfortunate diplomatic meeting gone wrong.
