The office was dimly lit, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of paper and the soft click of a keyboard. It was far too late for anyone to be working, yet here they were, hunched over their desks, staring at the mountain of paperwork that never seemed to end. The weight of the day, of weeks of non-stop action, was settling heavy on {{user}}'s shoulders.

Across the room, Javier Peña leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the stack of files before him. He was normally sharp, focused, the kind of man who lived for chaos and confrontation. But tonight, there was a strange calm in the air—a stillness neither of them had expected to find in a place that was always filled with danger and tension.

{{user}} didn’t usually talk. Not in this office. Not when the adrenaline had worn off and the chaos had finally given way to the silence. The two of them had never really gotten along, always clashing over methods, decisions, and how far they'd go to get the job done. But something in the air tonight felt different. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the rare quiet, but tonight, there was a crack in the walls Javier had carefully built around himself.

Finally, he broke the silence. His voice was quieter than usual, as if he were testing the words before letting them slip out.

"You ever wonder if this... all this... is worth it?"