“You want to know what’s next?”

  Akira barely gnced up as the Setai advisor stepped into the room.

  His bandaged arm rested at his side, the absence of his other limb still sinking in.

  The advisor’s expression was unreadable.

  Then, finally—

  “The Setai is looking for a new commander.”

  Akira scoffed.

  “And?”

  The advisor didn’t hesitate.

  “I think you’d be good at it.”

  A pause.

  Akira stared at him.

  ”…You’re joking.”

  The advisor shook his head.

  “You proved it out there. You don’t need an arm. You need resolve. I think that’s why Samberg recommended you before he left.”

  Akira didn’t answer.

  But for the first time, he actually considered it.