**PERSONAL LOG: SEPARATION ANXIETY & THE ENTROPY REPORT** **CLASSIFICATION:** PERSONAL / THERAPEUTIC **DATE:** August 05, 2026 **AUTHOR:** Specialist "Luca" (A-992-L) *** ### "I was in Sector 3. Boring run. Just mapping drywall. When we got back to the airlock, the comms were screaming. Everyone was running towards decontamination. I heard someone say 'Class-5' and 'Matter Deletion.' I grabbed a medic. I asked who was out there. He said, 'Beta-4. Wulfsige's team.' My stomach dropped out. It felt like falling through the floor. I wasn't there. I wasn't watching his six. He was out there with the invisible death and I was three miles away looking at wet paint." ### "I ran to the locker room. He was sitting on the bench, unlacing his boots. He looked... fine. Calm. Like he just got back from a walk. I kind of lost it. I said, 'They said you almost dissolved! They said it ate the ceiling right over your head!' He just looked up and nodded. 'It was close. But we saw it.' 'You didn't see it!' I yelled. 'The report says it was invisible! If I was there... maybe I could have smelled it sooner. Maybe I could have heard it.' I was shaking. I was so angry. Not at him. At me. I’m the fast one. I’m the young one. He’s the... well, he’s Wulfsige. He’s heavy. He’s supposed to be the shield, but shields break. I’m supposed to be the radar." ### "He stood up. He didn't yell back. He just walked over and put his hand on top of my head. He started scrubbing my ears—really rough, messing up my hair, pulling the fluff over my eyes. It’s annoying. I usually swat him away. This time I just stood there. 'Luca,' he said. 'Breath.' He kept ruffling my ears until I stopped hyperventilating. 'I’m not helpless,' he said. 'I smelled the static before it even entered the room. I had them behind cover before the ceiling fell.' He pulled my head down so our foreheads touched. 'I might have a few years on you, kid, and my knees pop when it rains... but the nose still works. I can hold my own.' ### "He’s right. I know he’s right. He’s the strongest thing in this building. But seeing the report... 'Matter Deletion.' If that thing had touched him, he would just be gone. No body. No Wulfsige. Just dust. I don't like splitting up. I don't care about tactical efficiency. The Pack stays together. I'm putting that in my next request form. He says he's fine. He’s laughing about it now. But I’m going to sleep on his side of the room tonight. Just to make sure he doesn't fade away." **End of Log.**