At the restaurant "Jantar do Amigo," Aysha and Saulo were seated, looking through the menu. Saulo ordered steak with onions, while Aysha chose her favorite: pasta with roasted chicken.

As they began eating, Saulo talked. He shared stories about Argon and the times he spent with Aysha's grandfather, Ezren, back before she was even born. He spoke with the confidence of someone who had lived it, and also as someone who had inherited that knowledge from those who came before.

"He was incredibly wise," Saulo said with his mouth half full. "Always had a trick up his sleeve. We never knew what he’d do next. But he loved teaching people. To us agents, he was like Santa Claus with a grumpy beard."

He paused for a bite. Aysha listened eagerly.

"The key to surviving any fight," he continued, "is being prepared. That’s what Ezren always told us: Know what you’re going to do — and how — before the fight even starts. Better yet, have an idea of what your opponent might do."

Saulo glanced at her. "You already knew what Ioká’s Isang was. But what if you hadn’t? How would you fight him then?"

Aysha nodded. "If I don’t know the opponent’s Isang, I observe. Wait until they activate it. Watch everything."

"Exactly. You observe. Study how they move, how they attack, how they defend. It’s the foundation of every fight."

She leaned forward, curious. "Tell me a moment you had with my grandfather that stuck with you."

Saulo leaned back, thoughtful.

"Probably after my first mission. Actually, it was right after I returned from it. I nearly broke the first rule."

Aysha raised an eyebrow. "You killed someone?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "But I almost did. It was a class C Inhuman. Gave me a lot of trouble. I was young, impatient. I had him cornered, but then he activated his Isang and swapped consciousness with the nearest person."

"Wait — what?"

"Yeah. We were in a mall. People were screaming and running. I had already captured him twice. He escaped both times. The third time, he tried again, and I snapped. I didn’t realize he’d switched minds with an elderly man. I turned and punched the man with full force, thinking he was the target. Sent him flying almost a kilometer."

Aysha gasped. "You punched a regular old man?!"

"I didn’t know! The body was just a fragile, retired guy. As soon as I realized, I called the Argon medical team. They responded fast. I explained everything. They said they'd try to save him."

He looked down. "Later that day, I was called in to be reprimanded. But when I entered the office, it was your grandfather sitting in the chair."

"And? What did he say?"

"I explained it was a mistake, that it wouldn’t happen again. He said: ‘Intent matters. You aimed to subdue an Inhuman, not kill him. But your failure to notice the switch makes me question if you're ready.’"

Aysha stayed silent, wide-eyed.

"I promised him I’d never hurt an innocent again. And I’ve kept that promise. Every time I’m in a fight surrounded by civilians, I remember it."

He smiled at her. She returned it, soft.

"I understand."

Saulo was almost done with his steak. Aysha was halfway through her pasta.

"Your grandfather was a good man," he said. "Argon started as a movement. Back when Inhumans began rebelling against the system. Corrupt officials were being assassinated left and right. It was chaos. Justice turned into vengeance."

He took a sip of water.

"Ezren believed in using power for good — regardless of how broken the country was. Years later, he laid the foundation for Argon. He called people he truly trusted. A Justice Minister known for integrity. A professor from a federal university. And Lúcio Valentin — who’s still with your family today."

Aysha paused, fork in midair.

"Wait. Who?"

"Lúcio Valentin. He was one of the first Argon members. Helped your grandfather build the Isang teaching methodology."

"So Lúcio’s been part of Argon from the start?"

"That’s right. I think they were even close before Argon existed. You can ask him yourself."

"Garçom!" he called, signaling for the check.

Aysha stared at her plate.

Why hadn’t Lúcio told her any of that? If he helped create the method, who better to train her?

"Let’s take the rest of the night to rest," Saulo said, but she didn’t respond immediately.

"Aysha?"

She blinked. "Sorry — just thinking about my grandfather."

"I’ll walk you home. Your dad's waiting."

At that, she felt a little peace return.

"You’re right. I’m full. I just want to go home."

Saulo nodded. As they stood up, Aysha’s mind still lingered on Lúcio. Maybe he just forgot. Age does that. Either way, she could ask tomorrow.

Right now, she needed to rest — because fighting Inhumans and tracking down the Mimic was going to require everything she had.