"The wise man runs from danger. The fool stands his ground. The genius? He trips over his own feet and makes everyone think it was an accident."
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"What do you mean?" Marcus asked, looking between Seraphina and me like someone had switched the conversation to a language he didn't speak. His manual hung forgotten at his side. "What has his cowardice accomplished besides slowing us down and making us question every decision?"
Seraphina's expression stayed neutral, but something shifted in the way she tilted her head. Like a cat deciding whether a mouse was worth the effort. When she spoke, her voice was soft but carried weight.
