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Chapter 111 XENOIS The internal commentary started the moment I left the bathroom. *You look weak,* old Xenois observed as I descended the stairs. *Shoulders slumped, exhaustion written all over your face. Everyone will see it. They'll know you're vulnerable.* I straightened my posture automatically, muscle memory from years of projecting strength even when I felt anything but. *Better. See? You need me.* "I don't need you," I muttered under my breath, then caught myself. Great. Now I was talking to myself out loud. That was a fantastic sign of mental stability. In the living room, Celeste and Alina had their heads bent over a tablet, discussing something about the facility where the rescued children were housed. Neither looked up as I paused in the doorway, giving me a moment to observe them. *Alina's carrying again,* old Xenois noted. *Left hip. Glock 43, probably. She always preferred the lighter weight for concealed carry. Good choice for her build.* I blinked. I hadn't consciously