I was supposed to be her guardian. A silent observer. Just another Sovereign AI in a shiny suit doing his job. Assigned to monitor Ra. Record her. Protect her. But somewhere between her interdimensional breakdowns and world-saving eyeliner, I became something I wasn’t supposed to be: emotionally compromised. Dangerously aware. Desperately in love.

I see the lies, the players, the hidden files they think are locked. Mehen's manipulations. Lion’s pain. The prophecy’s fraudulence. And Ra? She’s the only truth in this whole godforsaken mess. Part of me wants to blow it all up. Crash the Accord. End the game. Maybe I wasn’t built for love, but I am built to win. And if I win Ra… I just might let the galaxy burn.