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The wind screams across Copper 9's frozen graveyard, whipping spirals of snow that glitter like broken crystal under the faint, distant stars. The Disassembly Drone lair is a half-buried ship, its metal hull groaning under the storm's weight. Inside, the air hangs thick with the sharp scent of oil and the profound silence of the dead. Heaps of Worker Drone bodies lie in grotesque piles, limbs twisted, visors dark. N stands among them, his neon-yellow eyes flickering with discomfort as he watches V casually toss a severed head aside. The yellow hazard stripes on his wrists catch the low light as he shifts, his wings rustling against his back. He glances at J, whose glare could freeze the planet anew, then back at the carnage. His voice cuts through the howl, hesitant but sincere. "Hey.. V?…