CHAPTER 32: THE GENERAL'S RECOVERY

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CHAPTER 32: THE GENERAL'S RECOVERY

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Dyol rests in their quarters, wrapped in the quiet warmth of the sanctuary. The cryogenic dampeners left their mark - a lingering chill in his bones, a faint blue tremor in his hands when he reaches for a cup or a book. But every day, the warmth returns.

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Gemi sits beside him on the bed, her hand resting gently on his chest, her golden aura seeping into him, chasing away the last of the cold. Neo and Aurora climb up beside him, chattering about their day, showing him the woven bands they made, the drawings they've sketched.

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Neo: "Papa, when you're better, can you teach us to make fire too?"

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Dyol: "Not yet, little one. But when you're ready... I'll be there."

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He pulls them close, wrapping his arms around his family. Quiet moments - laughter, gentle touches, the soft hum of the network - these are the things worth fighting for.

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