Vardy's lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze darting over to the celebrating crowd before finally meeting her eyes.
"I appreciate that, Tracy. But I can't ignore what I've seen. What I know. This, this victory, it's only temporary. We still don't know the full extent of what we're dealing with."
"I understand," Tracy said softly. "But even the strongest warriors need to rest. You've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Ferah's sacrifice... it's not something you can just brush aside. You need to honor it. But you also need to heal. And that means resting. Let the people celebrate their freedom. Let them know that they're safe. You've done your part."
Vardy nodded slowly, "I don't know how to let it go. How to stop thinking about what's next. The fear... it never leaves."
Selene, having overheard their conversation, stepped forward. "You don't have to face it alone. We're with you, Vardy. We'll face whatever comes next, together."
