"Do you know her?"
The captain didn't answer.
His eyes never left Xun Wei.
"…You're Xun Wei," he said at last. Not a question. A statement.
Silence followed.
Xun Wei neither denied nor confirmed it—but her body stilled for the briefest instant.
That was answer enough.
The mother's breath hitched.
"Xun… Wei," she murmured, the name stirring something long buried. Her fingers trembled before tightening around her husband's sleeve.
Realization struck her like a blade to the chest.
'That name… could she be—?'
The captain felt it too. He had always known his wife's past—known she had once belonged to the Xun Clan. Like her, he had also believed there to be no other survivors.
He let out a slow, weary breath.
"So," he said quietly, almost sadly, "it seems the past has finally caught up to the present."
He stepped forward.
His wife's grip tightened. "Wait—"
"It's alright," he said softly, not looking back. "I've been waiting for this moment for longer than you realize."
