Chapter 56
The glow from the helmet dimmed, fading into silence.
The group opened their eyes, horror etched into each of their faces. Their chests heaved, heartbeats pounding erratically as the weight of what they'd seen sank in.
It wasn't a memory.
It was a nightmare. A brutal, soul-scarring nightmare.
Ronan opened his eyes last. He scanned their shaken faces, the haunted silence confirming what he already knew.
"I told you," he muttered, standing. "You wouldn't understand."
And with that, he turned and walked out of the room.
Aiden swallowed hard. "Those memories... they're horrifying."
"He's suffered so much," Mia whispered, her voice trembling.
The others nodded in solemn agreement. It was impossible not to see it now—Ronan hadn't just endured pain; he had been broken, piece by piece. His humanity… lost and reclaimed too many times to count. No wonder he had grown so cold.
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