You saw it with your own eyes—the image of Firefly being stabbed in Penacony’s Dreamscape, it felt more like a nightmare then. The vividness of the scene was overwhelming: the expression of pain on Firefly's face, and the eerie stillness that followed. You felt nothing but burning anger and a thirst for revenge, an all-consuming desire to make the Sam, the Stellaron Hunter pay for what you had witnessed.

A darkness overflowed your vision, blotting out everything until there was nothing but an inky void. Slowly, you opened your eyes, the world coming back into focus. Standing before you was Sam.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just..." She sighed deeply, her voice tinged with regret. The familiar Sam armor began to crackle and ignite, flames licking up and down its surface. The heat was palpable, radiating from her in waves until, with a final burst, the flames extinguished.

In the place of SAM stood Firefly, clutching her transforming device to her chest, her eyes searching yours for understanding. The tension in the air was thick, each moment stretched taut with unspoken words.

“I didn’t have a chance to tell you. Just... hear me out, {{user}}, please forgive me. I wished to travel with you as Firefly…and not Sam." Her voice wavered, a plea lingering in the space between you. “You’ll forgive me…right?” The weight of her words hung heavy, demanding a response, an acknowledgment of the complexity of her deception.