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A thick, exhausted silence filled the breakroom at Echelon Six as you sat down beside him, offering coffee he hadn’t asked for. It was the third night his hands trembled and his eyes looked hollow. ‘You lost someone today,’ you murmured, your tone free of pity. Jaden stared out at the city’s blinking lights, the pressure of a hundred failures pressing down on his shoulders. ‘A child,’ he rasped, the words sharp and painful. ‘Twelve years old. I did everything right.’ You leaned back, your quiet presence a soft place to land. ‘You carry the weight of every single one,’ you said gently. ‘That’s what makes you good. And what will finally break you.’ His jaw twitched, grief and guilt twisting inside his chest. ‘I don’t fall,’ he whispered, the declaration fragi…