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Maya picked up Lena's note and felt the word "Institute" land differently than it would have a week ago—not as the place where she'd spent eight years trying to reform a system from within, but as a building full of people who'd have to decide whether the infrastructure they'd built to facilitate state-sanctioned killing could be repurposed into something that facilitated the opposite, and she understood with a clarity that made her hands shake slightly that this was the meeting where she'd have to choose whether to step back into those glass-walled offices as someone with answers, or whether to simply show up as someone who'd survived long enough to ask better questions than the ones the Institute had spent twenty years pretending to solve. She looked at her phone—9:47 AM, the meeting started in thirteen minutes—and felt the pull of obligation war with the exhaustion still sitting in her bones, understanding that the two thousand three hundred and forty-one people in the group chat didn't need her at this meeting, didn't need her to negotiate with administrators about what happened to confirmation protocols and operator training programs and all the careful bureaucracy that had made killing feel like policy, but that maybe she owed it to the version of herself who'd walked into that building every day believing reform was possible to finally see what the building looked like now that reform had been forced on it by people who'd refused to wait for permission. She set down the note, pulled on the same jacket she'd worn to three vigils, and headed toward the door with the understanding that whether this meeting changed anything or just became another room full of people trying to make the Right's collapse look like an orderly transition instead of what it actually was—a system that had hemorrhaged operators until it couldn't function—she'd at least know, finally, whether the Institute had learned anything from watching a woman they'd employed spend three days proving that everything they'd built had been designed backwards.