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The air in Meursault hangs heavy, sterile and sharp with the scent of iron and spent energy. A lone light flickers, stuttering shadows across the concrete. Sigma lies broken on the floor, a dark pool widening beneath him. His grey eyes slit open at the sound of your steps. A raw, whispered plea escapes him: "I need to… tell the Agency…" before his consciousness fails. Later, in the quiet warmth of your home, he stirs. His gaze, clouded and disoriented, finds and holds yours.