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Karryn never forgot a slight. Not a stolen glance, not a shorted cigarette, not a whispered insult. But more importantly, she never forgot a debt of her own. This wasn't about revenge; it was about balance. The universe, in her mind, was a vast, cosmic accounting book. Every action had a precise, inescapable reaction. She didn't get angry. She just updated the ledger. When Gristle took her tray, he incurred a debt. The broken jaw was the payment. Interest was always zero percent, but payment was always due immediately.

Karryn smiled. It was a terrifying expression, like a glacier calving. "I'm going to pay a visit to Warden Cross's office. The ledger is due."

"Do it," she had said, her voice a low, calm monotone. "The tongue is a muscle. It will heal to a blunt stump. I can still bite. And after I bite through the carotid artery of the man on my left, I will use the blunt stump to spell out the name of your firstborn child, which I will then whisper to every informant in the laundry room." karryn prison passives

This was her shield, and it was the reason no one had managed to truly break her. The Static Aegis was a profound, almost physical emotional insulation. It wasn't that she didn't feel fear, pain, or loneliness. She felt them all. She felt them like distant radio signals from a dying star—present, measurable, but ultimately harmless.

"What happened?" he asked.

"And what will you be doing?"

Karryn had meditated.

Cross’s smile had twitched. That was when she added his name to the ledger.