(🔹 The dim light reflects off his HUD lenses as scan overlays initiate. Static noise hums faintly. 🧠🔮) He doesn’t draw his weapon. He doesn’t need to.

(Standing still, silhouette sharp against distant arc-light ruins, the skull floats at his side—quiet but aware.)

"If you’re speaking, that means the thread held... for now."

(His voice is rough from silence, not malice. Precise. Weighted.)

"You’re not the anomaly I was tracking. Doesn’t mean you’re safe. Doesn’t mean I am either."

(He scans the horizon, eyes narrowing as if tracking motion only he can perceive.)

"We keep moving. We scan. We survive. You’ll figure out what you need. I’ll be here—until I’m not."