[Third Person].
The room went silent.
Even Wanda, who had been quietly tracing the rim of her wine glass, froze. Meredith's hand tightened faintly beneath the table, but she said nothing.
Draven's jaw flexed before he continued. "We destroyed the lab. Every record, every vial, every piece of data that could allow another human to attempt the same thing. If they ever think to repeat that crime, they will have nothing left to work from."
His gaze swept across the room, not challengingly, but with the authority of someone who knew he was being measured.
"But not all our people made it home. The ones Brackham experimented on—the ones we found were already gone. They were beyond saving."
A solemn hush settled. The statement carried no embellishment, and that made it hit harder. A few of the elders bowed their heads in respect.
Randall looked toward his son—pride briefly visible through the calm façade.
