Xavier looked between the two of them after the last round, his expression calm in a way that felt almost insulting given the state of the tower.
"So," he said, "any of you got a problem with that?"
Rin didn't answer. He kept his eyes on the cracked floor, jaw tight, like he was still weighing outcomes that no longer mattered. Althea held Xavier's gaze for a few seconds, then looked away, not conceding, not agreeing either.
They moved together after that, following a narrow service passage that slanted downward toward the executive emergency bay. The lights flickered, but the structure itself held, thick support ribs cutting through the walls like bones. When they reached the reinforced door, it was still sealed, untouched by fire or collapse.
Xavier let out a short breath. "Guess no one beat us to it."
