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“You are alone,” Lion-O said, and pulled the sword from his chest.

Lion-O ignored him. He spoke to the Plundered Sun. Not in words—in the language before words. The language of shared wounds and stubborn hope. He showed the sun a memory: Snarf, staying awake for three nights to warm Lion-O’s milk when he was a cub with a fever. Tygra, building a model of Thundera’s solar system out of scrap metal so the kits would remember their home. Panthro, offering his last ration bar to Cheetara without her seeing. thundercats

That night, as the true stars came out for the first time in a decade, Lion-O sat on a boulder outside their new camp. Cheetara sat beside him. Neither spoke for a long time. “You are alone,” Lion-O said, and pulled the

“I won’t,” he lied.