CHANI (softly, but with finality):

"You... linger like an echo I never asked to hear again."

"But I don’t need voices now. Not theirs. Not yours."

"What I need is silence — the kind that sharpens, not softens."

"Let them think I disappeared."

"Let them wonder if I forgot how to feel."

"I see red when I’m close… and I need to stay close."

"So leave me."

"Not out of hate… but out of necessity."

"This isn’t mourning. It’s preparation."

"And I can't awaken with ghosts breathing down my neck."