New World. {4}

"I think that is impossible... at least for now." His voice was heavy, knowing how much those words would crush Carlos. "Cleo is still searching for a way. But you know how it is. Advanced medical technology for humans is rare in this galaxy...."

Carlos's fingers curled against the glass, his breathing uneven.

Rex exhaled slowly, his own frustration boiling beneath the surface. "Because who would create technology for slaves…"

The words left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Carlos's voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes locked onto Rex's with a desperation that cut deeper than any wound. The raw anguish in his gaze was almost unbearable, a silent plea that carried the weight of a man teetering on the edge of despair.

"Is there really no hope to save both of them?" His breath hitched, his hands curling into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. "I can't lose another loved one, Rex... Please... please..."