Measured.
Each step carried the weight of finality, yet Elias did not resist. He did not falter.
He simply walked.
At one point, he raised the mirror again, catching a glimpse of himself under the harsh overhead lights.
For the first time in years, he did not look away.
Inside the chamber, everything was prepared.
The chair.
The straps.
The witnesses behind the glass.
Elias took it all in calmly.
He sat when instructed, allowing the guards to secure him in place.
The mirror rested in his hands.
“Any final words?” the warden asked.
Elias looked at his reflection one last time.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then he smiled.
Not the faint, distant smile he had worn before, but something fuller.
Something real.
“Yes,” he said.
He lifted his gaze, meeting the eyes of those watching.
“I was wrong.”
A murmur rippled through the room.
“About what?” the warden asked.
Elias glanced back at the mirror.
“I thought there was nothing left of me,” he said. “But I was just… not looking.”
He paused.
“And if I had looked sooner…”
He did not finish the sentence.
He didn’t need to.
The room fell silent.
The kind of silence that presses against your ears, that makes every breath feel too loud.
Elias closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, focusing on his reflection.
“I remember now,” he said softly.
The warden gave a signal.
