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He hated the counting. Dr. Voss, the company psychiatrist, had insisted on it. "Acknowledge each involuntary protective reaction. Don't fight it. Name it. Then let it go." So Elias had started the "Wince Log." Six columns on a yellow legal pad. Wince 1: knee. Wince 2: shoulder. Wince 3: neck from the old crash. Wince 4: a sigh that became a grimace. Wince 5: the hand, remembering a burn.

His whole body seized. Not from pain—from memory . Every bad landing, every G-lock, every close call compressed into a single, full-body flinch. The Peregrine snapped into a violent roll. Alarms bleated. Red letters flashed:

When he landed, Mira met him on the tarmac. Her face was pale. "What happened up there?" wince 6

"Steady, Elias," said his former wingman, Mira, from the control room. Her voice was soft, but he heard the worry. "That was a wince. Count it."

"One," he muttered.

He relaxed his grip. He breathed out slowly. And for the first time in months, he did not fight the wince.

Elias never used to count the winces.

It flew farther than any jet he'd ever piloted.