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Javi clenches his fist, his thoughts racing. His mind keeps drifting back to the pregnant woman from
earlier that day, her pleading eyes, her hands clutching her belly in a final, desperate act of protection.

Javi: (leaning forward, almost whispering)
“I used to believe in this system, Lleona. But something’s off. We can’t keep doing this. People are
starting to lose themselves, becoming... empty.”

Lleona: (glaring at him)
“You’re getting too sentimental, Javi. That’s dangerous. You need to toughen up, or you’ll end up on
the wrong side of the gun.”

The bar falls silent for a moment as the tension between them builds. The bartender watches from the
corner, not daring to interrupt. Javi takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside him.

Javi: (quietly)
“Maybe... maybe the wrong side is where I’m supposed to be.”

Lleona studies him for a moment, her eyes narrowing in suspicion, but she says nothing. Instead, she
finishes her drink, stands up, and grabs her jacket.

Lleona: (warning)
“Get your head straight, Javi. Tomorrow’s another day, and we’ve got work to do. Don’t let these
thoughts get you killed.”

She walks out, leaving Javi alone with his thoughts. The bar feels even quieter now, the weight of his
guilt and doubt pressing harder on his chest. He looks back at the propaganda on the screen, the smiling
faces, the bright lights of New-nesia, and feels an overwhelming sense of hollowness.

Javi: (to himself)
“Tomorrow… another day in paradise.”

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