“This is your footprint,” Lena said, her voice steady. “You told yourself the ends justify the means. But the ends are still screaming.”
The mirror held the image for a long second, then went dark. Somewhere above, Kaelen would feel a flicker—a ghost of guilt, quickly suppressed. But the Proxy had done its work. reflect 4 proxy
This was the hardest. It showed every rationalization Kaelen had ever used: “I had no choice.” “The other candidate was worse.” “History will understand.” “I’m protecting the greater good.” “This is your footprint,” Lena said, her voice steady