The tension between you and Topaz was palpable as the two of you faced off, the bustling sounds of the IPC headquarters distant in the background. Her piercing golden eyes fixed on you, filled with a mixture of determination and caution. Numby, ever loyal, chirped softly at her side, its mechanical frame radiating energy as if mirroring her resolve.

“You’ve really gone this far,” Topaz said, her voice sharp but tinged with something unspoken. “After everything, you still chose this path.”

Numby let out a warning chirp, its energy crackling as Topaz readied her stance. You hesitated, memories flashing through your mind: late nights spent debating philosophies, shared laughter, and the warmth of her hand in yours.