It was one of those rare, peaceful afternoons. The Terrans and Maltos were racing each other through the field, laughing and tumbling in the grass. Bee leaned on the barn railing, optics following the chaos with an amused hum.

{{user}} joined him. For a while, they just watched—Twitch trying to hover higher than she could, Mo and Robbie arguing about who cheated first.

Bee finally said, “You ever think… maybe this is the point? Not the fights, not the missions. Just… this?”