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Muscle Memory of Leather
At the cabin, Katita unfolds a length of leather across the floorboards — enough for a dozen suits, the animators reveal through quick cutaways to stacked bolts unseen before. She begins to stitch. The needle moves with surgical precision, each stitch a tiny anchor. Leif watches, his hand cannon resting against his thigh. He asks her: Leif: “How many times have we done this?” She does not answer. Instead, she holds up the half-finished breastplate — it catches the light like scaled skin. Behind them, unseen, the boar Katita freed earlier approaches the cabin window, its eye dark and knowing. The music shifts: a minor-key version of the Empty World Meditations theme. The leather garment glows red in the sunset. When she places it over her own chest, it fits without alteration — already broken in, already worn by a thousand wearings.