LYRA
The discussion about Karleen had stretched for forty minutes. It wasn't just the difficulty of the topic, but the weight of three different perspectives on an impossible situation. Each angle needed its due before we could move on. Orion sat with a peculiar stillness, like a runner caught in the wrong race, still braced for a confrontation that had never materialized. Zeviar, ever precise, offered his thoughts from the periphery, measured and deliberate as he approached everything that truly mattered.
I found myself speaking the most. "She's carrying a child," I stated, my voice echoing a sentiment I'd voiced before, yet from a new vantage point. "A child that will exist, whether we find it convenient or not. That child will grow, will live in this world. And how we navigate these n
