Ren observed the internal struggle warring inside Jack's mind.
He had anticipated this exact response, that he had lived long enough to understand how minds processed revelations of cosmic significance.
When the Sovereign-rank warrior finally moved, it was a simple gesture.
A sharp snap of his fingers, decisive in the quiet room, cutting through the silence like a blade.
The sound severed Jack's internal spiral like a rope being snapped taut.
His eyes refocused, snapping back to external awareness with the violence of a creature jerking back from an abyss it had nearly fallen into.
He found himself looking directly at Ren, who stood with his posture perfectly upright, his blue eyes carrying both concern and a kind of grim certainty.
The expression of someone who had already processed these revelations and had come to terms with their implications.
