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Ronan

I couldn’t help but wonder how much of what Arya had told me was fabricated, carefully crafted to manipulate me into believing a false narrative. I felt exposed, vulnerable, like a pawn in a game I hadn’t even realised I was playing.

But now, I was being asked to turn the tables, to use her in the same way she had used me. The irony wasn’t lost on me, but it didn’t make the task any easier to stomach. The lines between duty and personal vendetta were becoming increasingly blurred, and I knew that I would have to tread carefully.

This mission was about more than just gathering intelligence—it was about regaining control, about proving to myself that I wasn’t as naive as she had made me out to be. But even as I resolved to do what needed to be done, the bitterness of betrayal lingered, reminding me that this was no longer just a mission. It was personal.

The meeting finally ended, and Joseph and I walked out of the building together. I had never been so relieved to see my friend