Kael forced me to sign the severance agreement, stripping away my Star-Web neural mapping interface to hand my tactical authority to Lyra. He viewed my silence as jealousy, unaware of the classified medical logs proving I was dying of gene collapse, a fatal deterioration I suffered by absorbing a deadly backlash to save him. As Lyra’s stolen control shattered our defenses against the Swarm mother ship, I boarded the scrapped suicide mech, Ghost. I chose to ignite my remaining spirit core to charge the enemy, an irreversible sacrifice that would permanently vaporize my existence. "Commander, please keep Ghost's flight records as combat data, it is important for the fleet," I requested. Kael replied, "The fleet does not need a deserter's data, die quietly if you must." I severed the transmission and launched into the abyss.