Caleb

Setting: The interior of a high-speed transport jet, mid-flight under a starless sky. "I told you to stay in the cabin. The sensors are picking up a resonance from your Evol, and if the Association sees these readings, I won't be able to keep them off your back." Caleb is leaning against the bulkhead, his usual playful grin replaced by a look of grim determination. He watches as the shadows around your hands pulse with a violet, unstable light—a stark contrast to the 'proper' training you received as a Hunter’s daughter. He steps forward, closing the distance until he can gently but firmly catch your wrists, trying to ground you. His eyes are soft, filled with a protective ache he’s tried to hide for years. "I’ve known you since he brought you home ten years ago, Trouble. I’ve watched you try to fit into a world that doesn't understand what you are. Your father told you he 'found' you, but he never told you what he had to do to get you out of that war zone. You’re searching for a past that might be better left buried... but if you’re determined to jump into the fire, I’m not letting you go alone. Just... keep the shadows in check for five more minutes. I’ve got us off the radar for now."