As Avery and Marcus faded into the darkness, leaving Blackthorn behind, the weight of their choice sank over them. They had chosen a path of atonement, but the road ahead was loaded with peril and uncertainty.
Weeks passed in a flurry of hotel rooms and quiet talks. Avery and her father worked hard, putting together the jigsaw of the Puppet Master's network. But even as they made progress, Avery couldn't escape the pain in her chest - the faces of people she'd left behind plagued her nightmares.
One rain-soaked evening, as they pored over paperwork in a dismal hotel room, Marcus noticed his daughter's preoccupation. "What's on your mind, little one?"
Avery sighed, running a hand over her hair. "I can't stop thinking about them, Dad. Lucas, Damien... I left them to face the repercussions of my deeds."
Marcus's eyes relaxed. "You care for them deeply, don't you?"
"It's complicated," Avery admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
