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Maya stood and held her phone above her head so everyone in the plaza could see the Deputy Director's offer displayed on the screen, then with a deliberate motion that felt like the culmination of every choice she'd made in the last fourteen hours and nineteen minutes, she typed a response with hands that didn't shake: "No—I won't meet you in private at 5 AM or any other hour, I won't sign commitments that erase what a hundred witnesses have proven tonight, and I won't give you back the distance you need to pretend this was anything other than the Right's first public failure to kill someone on schedule, so here's my counteroffer: let my window expire at 3:47 AM the way it was always allowed to under Protocol 7-J, admit publicly that confirmation was always optional and that every operator who's ever clicked through was making a choice they could have refused, and understand that whether you accept these terms or find some operator broken enough to kill me in front of a hundred people and a citywide newspaper story, you've already lost the only thing that ever made the machine work—the comfortable fiction that the people you killed disappeared quietly, without witness, without anyone having to see the operator's face when they walked out of that basement carrying one more name they'd never be able to forget." She hit send before anyone could talk her out of it, watching the message deliver into the administrative machinery that had spent fourteen hours trying to make her disappear, and as the plaza erupted around her—not in cheers but in something fiercer and more determined, a collective recognition that she'd just refused the machine's final offer of survival-in-exchange-for-silence—Maya understood that she'd made a choice that might cost her everything or might save more than just herself, but either way, she'd proven that the vigil had never been about one woman's countdown, it had been about whether a hundred people bearing witness could force the Right to admit that its power had always depended on nobody watching closely enough to see it break.