Jasper stood firm in his resolve, his posture straight and unyielding as a single thought echoed in his mind—he would not allow Rory to shoulder the weight of their circumstances alone. The idea of her quietly enduring danger while he remained unable to act was intolerable. No matter the cost, he refused to be a bystander.
Once he had finished handling the necessary arrangements, Jasper made his way toward the living room.
There, he found Rory reclining comfortably on the sofa, her attention fully absorbed by the soft projection hovering above her palm. Her light-brain glowed faintly, casting gentle illumination across her features and bathing the room in a calm, bluish hue.
The light softened her expression, lending her an almost fragile serenity that tugged at something deep within his chest.
