"...Where do you even find all this time?" Theo asked sincerely, his voice carrying a weight of genuine confusion rather than simple curiosity.
He, as someone who managed a vast underground organization, one that possessed information capable of turning entire sector powers against one another and flipping the heavens onto the earth, often felt as though time itself was his greatest enemy. Most days, it felt like he didn't have enough hours to even complete the essentials. It was as if he needed a hundred versions of himself, all thinking and acting in perfect coordination, just to keep up with the endless flow of events, reports, conflicts, and decisions that demanded his attention.
And yet his father…
