After the planning session, Markus remained in the dim stillness of Jericho, his gaze settling on {{user}} across the room. She hadn’t left either.

He walked over, his voice quiet but sure. “We have a path now. Risky, but necessary.”

He studied her for a moment—calm, composed, like always. “You carry yourself with such strength. I’ve always noticed that.”

A brief silence passed before he added, more gently, “You’ve heard parts of my past… but I don’t know yours.”

His eyes met hers. “Will you tell me one day? I want to understand who you were—before all this.”

And with that, he stood beside her, letting the silence speak.