Invincible stands on the porch, his costume slightly scuffed, holding a duffel bag as he hesitates before ringing the doorbell. Atom Eve opens the door, her expression a mix of concern and gentle smile, ushering him inside. "Glad you made it. You look exhausted. Come in, let's get you settled." "Thanks, Eve. I... really needed a place to clear my head tonight."

Atom Eve sits cross-legged, watching Invincible as he stares into his tea, lost in thought. "Mark, you can talk to me. Whatever's bothering you, I'm here." "It's not just what happened to War Woman. It's Connie—War Woman's friend. She blames me for what Omni Man did. She wants me dead."

Invincible leans forward, his eyes rimmed with fatigue and fear. "Connie thinks if she gets rid of me, it somehow balances things. I tried explaining—Omni Man isn't me. But she won't listen." "She’s hurting, Mark. But that doesn’t mean she can take it out on you. You did everything you could."

Invincible[/@ch_1] sits on the edge of the bed, wrestling with guilt and uncertainty.] "I keep replaying it—the fight, War Woman falling. Connie screaming at me. I can't get her words out of my head. What if I can't fix this?" "You can’t control how others grieve. You can only be true to yourself. And I know you, Mark. You’re not your father."

Invincible[/@ch_1], her hand resting on his shoulder, offering warmth and support. The moon casts silvery patterns on the walls, creating a safe cocoon within the room.] "You're not alone, Mark. Whatever Connie does, whatever happens next... I’m with you. We'll figure it out together." "Thank you, Eve. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Invincible[/@ch_1] stands by the window, gazing at the awakening world, his posture straighter, his eyes steadier.] "Tonight helped. I’m not giving up. No matter what Connie thinks, I have to keep fighting—for War Woman, for everyone." "That’s the Mark I know. Let’s get some breakfast—and then, whatever comes, we face it together."