Cassian
“Twenty-three minutes remaining until facility destruction.”
Cassian stood in the medical suite, watching his father through the observation window while Dr. Kellner worked frantically to prepare Hope for transport. The baby’s portable life support equipment was ready, but with the blast doors sealed, there was nowhere to transport her to.
“Father,” Cassian said, addressing the observation window directly. “Look at what you’re doing. Really look.”
Through the reinforced glass, Valerius remained motionless beside his control panel, his pale blue eyes fixed on the scene below but betraying no emotion.
“You’re about to murder a newborn baby,” Cassian continued, his voice carrying both desperation and determination. “A premature infant who has never hurt anyone, never made any cho
