Medusa stayed silent for a long moment, her fingers resting lightly against the edge of the table as reports continued to scroll across Aleysia's tablet. On the screen are maps, numbers, and carefully worded statements that mean nothing to most people, but to her they show a clear and frightening pattern.
Aid routes are being cut not by lack of resources, but by regulation. Shelters are standing ready, yet left unused because permits had not been approved. Borders are closing because someone decided it's safer to limit movement than to save lives.
"This is Athena's doing," Medusa said quietly, her voice steady but heavy with understanding.
Her eyes don't leave the screen, as if looking away might make the truth less real. "She's the only one who can do this."
