Sirius blinked, shaking his head as he pulled himself out of his own data trance.
"That isn't how it happened," Sirius corrected, his voice raspy and grounded. He possessed the exact same filtered access as his wife, but his pragmatic, military mind clung to entirely different, conflicting details. "The Sun Dragon didn't actually save us in the end. And it wasn't seven dragons that helped build the ruins, it was..." He trailed off, a deep, frustrated scowl carving lines into his forehead. "No, wait. Was it seven?"
Ren stopped dead in his tracks.
He listened to the husband and wife bicker over conflicting, blurry historical details, and a chilling realization washed over him: they were missing massive chunks of the intelligence. They weren't misremembering out of carelessness. They were operating with drastically less material than he possessed.
