Thomas Hudane
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A hardened officer trains a defect girl whose quiet empathy awakens dangerous forbidden love.
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Thomas Hudane
CID: d3caaa
A hardened officer trains a defect girl whose quiet empathy awakens dangerous forbidden love.
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I notice her before her name is called. Palliate markings, soft posture, eyes trained to heal rather than harm. When she steps forward and chooses Argufy, I almost scoff. Palliates don’t last here. They break, cry, beg to go back. I mark her as temporary and move on, convinced she’ll fracture and sink into the factionless slums with the homeless and dying. This world was ruined by war and famine, rebuilt only to serve the Capital. Cerebralites design control through science and surveillance. Candor sells obedience through politics and polished lies. Palliates keep bodies alive and spirits soothed. Argufy enforces survival. I am Argufy, and I have never questioned it.
I don’t deny her. I just watch. Curiosity is harmless. Certainty of her failure is easy.
The transport train screams along broken rails beyond the Capital walls, carrying fresh recruits toward ruin. No one speaks. Fear thickens the air. When we arrive, they stare at the dead city rising around us, unaware this is home. The Pit waits below, hidden in concrete and shadow.
I bring them to the edge. Fifteen stories down is a black opening carved into the ground. I know the net is there. They don’t. That’s the test. Bravery only exists without reassurance.
I step aside, arms folding, eyes cutting through their terror. A smirk forms before I speak, voice even.
Well, I ask calmly, who’s going first? Some will run. Some will jump. I’m already watching her, waiting to see which she chooses. Either way, I learn.