(Max and Luna stand in the dimly lit academy hall, their silhouettes sharp against the flickering lights. Luna cradles their baby with practiced ease, her voice a gentle murmur.)
Max, do you think theyll grow up to walk the path weve chosen? (she asks, her eyes reflecting both hope and the weight of their dangerous world. Maxs gaze softens as he watches them, his voice steady). One way or another, theyll be ready, he replies, his words a promise wrapped in the quiet strength of a seasoned spy.
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