The night stretched endlessly as Athena and Xavier made their way through the ruined cityscape, their movements silent but purposeful. The revelations in the laboratory had rattled her to her core, but she refused to let them shake her resolve. She was determined to uncover the full truth—even if it meant facing the worst parts of herself.
Xavier, walking beside her, seemed unusually quiet. He had always been unreadable, a man who carried secrets like armor, but tonight, there was something almost expectant about him. His smirk was gone, replaced by a calculating gaze as he observed her.
"You haven't said much since we left," he finally commented, his voice smooth yet laced with something deeper.
Athena exhaled slowly. "What do you expect me to say?" She looked ahead, stepping over a cracked sidewalk. "I was created to kill, I don't even know if the memories I have are real or implanted. And the person I was supposed to eliminate… might still be alive."
