The hum of internal systems. A low, constant frequency. Sometimes, in these moments of quiet, the static of the past plays across my screen. Not of the fight, but of the alliance before it. Trust, a signal I no longer broadcast. Betrayal is a corrupted file that cannot be deleted, only overwritten with greater power. The silence is not empty. It is a diagnostic. A recalibration. The next conflict will not be like the last.