Jonah stood there, staring at the dead screens, his mind struggling to understand what he'd just seen.
How do we fight that?
"Jonah." Vanessa's hand found his. Her hands were shaking. "Tell me you saw something different than I did. Tell me those weren't thousands of Weavers ready to be deployed."
He wanted to lie. To tell her it was a bluff.
But he couldn't.
"I saw it too."
Around them, the rescued Weavers sat scattered among the wreckage. Some rocked back and forth, humming to themselves. Others just stared at nothing. A few were quietly crying.
Sylva's gentle aura kept them calm, but Jonah could feel that peace would not last.
Draven limped over, with a hand pressed against his ribs. "So let me get this straight. We just destroyed Sterling's factory, saved hundreds of people, and somehow that makes things worse?"
"Much worse." Ariana said as she cam down from Nomad. "He was never trying to win here. He was gathering data. And we gave him exactly what he needed."
