Larsen listened in silence, his eyes locked on Rama but his mind circling the weight of those final words.
Power is only as good as the one who wields it.
He sat there for a long moment, leaning back in the chair, his jaw tense as he considered it.
If Rama was right, then perhaps the real danger wasn't in the power itself but in the hands it fell into.
Whatever that force truly was, it could save or destroy depending entirely on the bearer.
Rama's voice broke the quiet.
"I'm sorry," he said evenly, "that you still didn't get the answer to clear your family's name."
Larsen lifted his gaze, his expression softening just slightly.
"It's alright," he said, his voice low but resolute. "I'm not giving up. Sooner or later, I'll get the truth if I keep looking."
He studied Rama for a moment before continuing. "What I still don't know… is what you're going to do now."
Rama let out a faint sigh, his shoulders easing just a little.
