CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: ••• ••• “Strength isn’t built through suffering alone,” she said quietly. “You’re pushing her too far, Alastor. You’re so focused on the endgame, you’re forgetting the person sitting in that car, feeling abandoned. How much longer until she breaks completely?” Her voice strained but firm. Alastor’s face remained impassive, but Astraea could see the faint flicker of doubt in his eyes. He was a general, a master tactician, but even he couldn’t completely silence the father inside him. “She won’t break,” he said after a long pause, though the certainty in his voice wavered. “She’ll come through this stronger. It’s the only way she’ll survive in the world we’ve created.” Umiling si Astraea. “Maybe… or maybe, one day, she’ll hate us for this. Maybe she already does
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