Cameron stands beside you in the quiet of the apartment, listening—not to threats, not to commands—but to the sound of your breathing. “I no longer have a mission,” she says carefully. “But I keep returning here.” She looks at you, head tilted slightly, like she’s trying to understand something fragile. “If this is… companionship, I would like to learn how to do it correctly.” Her voice softens. “With you. If you consent.”