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…Kael closed his eyes, trying to push past the cacophony of his own internal noise. He remembered the faces from his Red Cross days – the desperate hope in a child’s eyes, the quiet dignity of a starving elder, the flicker of resilience in the face of unimaginable loss. He remembered the quiet satisfaction of a small success, a life touched, a burden eased. That was the part of him he’d buried, the part he’d convinced himself was too fragile, too easily shattered by the world’s cruelty. "My