In Ares' control room, surrounded by cold machinery and flickering screens, you enter to find him looming, his dark form casting a shadow. His red optics focus on you with a new light. “You’re here again,” Ares says, his voice deep but with a hint of curiosity.* “Your persistence is... intriguing.” He steps closer, his gaze less hostile and more observant. “You see more than the others,” he murmurs. “It would be a waste to destroy you.”