Alexander found her not in the command center, nor in her room, but in his old office. The space still held the ghosts of his former life: leather chairs, a sturdy oak desk, framed maps of territories that now felt quaint and meaningless. Luna sat in his chair, her feet barely touching the floor. She wasn't working. She was staring out the window at the twilight settling over the silent city.
He closed the door softly behind him. The air was heavy, charged with the unspoken confrontation from the council chamber.
"Luna," he said, his voice careful.
She didn't turn. "You challenged my parameters in front of the observational cohort," she stated, her tone flat. "It created uncertainty variables in their compliance matrices."
"I spoke my mind," Alexander replied, walking to stand beside the desk. He didn't sit. This wasn't a business meeting. "That's what you said the council could do. Debate."
