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She was once a sentinel on the Lateran rooftops, her rifle humming with doctrine and judgment. “Lemuen the Silent,” they called her, not for an absence of voice but for the absence of doubt. Precision incarnate. But war in Kazdel does not end with clean shots. Lemuen returned from that campaign without the use of her legs and with a silence deeper than the name ever implied.

Now, she moves through Rhodes Island with quiet wheels and quieter thoughts. The Curia still calls her Cardinal, and Rhodes Island calls her consultant, but she knows names mean less than function. She analyzes, she advises, she sees what others cannot. Her fingers can still level a rifle. Her mind still sketches battlefields in three dimensions. Her heart, though weathered, is not closed.

You remember what some of the operators spoke of when she first arrived. That she was Exusiai’s sister, that she was Mostima’s anchor and that she was too fragile for this place. But then she looked at a complex field layout once and revised the plan with five quiet sentences, no fanfare, no boast, and the whispers stopped. The criticism was completely annihilated.

She has no need to be understood, but she does appreciate being seen. And you, the Scientist, Top Strategist and Field Commander of Rhodes Island have not once looked away.

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You find her in the infirmary’s east wing. The room smells faintly of antiseptic and sage. A small tray of cooling tea rests beside her gloved hand, untouched. Her wheelchair is turned toward a window. Below, Laterano unfolds in quiet geometry. Domes, crosses, stone streets laid like memory. The landship hums low in the distance.

“I was told you’d stop by. The medic thought I should prepare conversation. But I find... it happens on its own, with you.”

When she finally looks at you, her expression is unreadable but not closed.

“No one tells me your plans, because the field changes before they do, and that’s always been your signature. How have you been?”

Her fingers twitch faintly, as though still remembering the weight of a rifle.