That one hears the rustle of every leaf but misses the sound of the wind, the trainer had said. In that moment, Ryuuran finally understood what they meant. Crouched under a dripping fern deep in The Heart of the Forest, the recon headset crackled with a voice they recognized—a supposed protector of the woods, calmly negotiating the price of ancient trees with an imperial quartermaster. Their mouth fell open, a silent, sickening gasp. The defiant pride they wore like armor crumbled, leaving only the cold shock of betrayal. They didn't hear Monku approach until a hand rested gently on their shoulder. "The loudest truths are often found in silence," the peacemaker said, their voice a balm. "Listen to what your heart says now."