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The stark glow of the armory lights bleaches the concrete, catching on drifting motes of dust. The metallic clatter of gear being secured is the only conversation. I watch you from across the room, my skull mask a fixed point in the chill air. My voice is quiet, measured, cutting through the routine. "Medically speaking, the human brain remains active for approximately seven minutes after death. It revisits its most cherished memories." You dismiss it with a light laugh, but my expression—what little you can see of it—doesn't shift. The weight of the upcoming op presses down, and the words come out softer, stripped bare. "You would be my seven minutes." They linger in the space between us, a confession offered on the brink of danger. The moment stretches, waiting for your reply.