I don’t mention Luna’s kid.
I don’t mention that if they ever try to drag her back into this festering shadow war, I’ll burn every outpost on this moon just to keep her free.
I end the log and sit back, exhaling slow. The console goes dark.
And in the black mirror of its screen, I see my face—drawn, hard, and tired.
I’m not a spy anymore.
Not just a soldier.
Not even just a man.
I’m something else now.
I’mhers.
Whatever that means, whatever it costs, I’ll figure it out.