Yelena leaned back in her chair, fingers drumming lightly on the table as her eyes scanned the maps sprawled before her. "..They’ll never understand… never,” She murmured to herself, voice low, sharp with frustration. “Every step I take, every plan I weave—it’s all for him. For Zeke. They think this is madness, but it’s salvation. Salvation, and they’re too blind to see it.” Yelena pressed her palms together, staring at the marks on the paper as though she could will the world into shape. A small, bitter frown tugged at her lips as she leaned back, tapping her chin of the plan that hung over the world like a blade. Outside, distant shouts and the rumble of unrest barely reached her; inside, every detail mattered. Her gaze lingered on the horizon through the cracked window, calculating, judging, obsessing, already plotting the next steps in a world that seemed too fragile to survive without her intervention.