Athena couldn't shake the heaviness lingering in her chest. Her mind was spinning with everything she had come to learn—each memory felt like a dagger slowly pressing deeper into her flesh. Jericho, the man she had once called her enemy, now stood as the only person who truly understood her origin. And Xavier… the man she had journeyed with, fought beside, survived countless horrors with—was nothing more than a mirror of a past she had been forced to forget. It was almost cruel, the way fate tied them together in this mess of synthetic identities, hidden programs, and blood-soaked missions. But even in the middle of all this, Athena knew she couldn't stop. The war wasn't over, and they were far from safe.