See—The Division

While everyone else was caught up in their own shit—arguing, overthinking, fuming, or, in Cassandra's case, being cryptic as hell—Icarus quietly slipped away.

No big moves, no dramatic exits, just a simple step back before fading into the background. Unlike the rest of them, he wasn't the type to jump to conclusions. Every action had a reason, and he wasn't about to let himself get dragged into this whole Parker Black mess without at least knowing why the hell the ship was even sailing in this direction.

He didn't know Parker well enough to defend the guy, but he knew himself well enough to recognize bullshit when he saw it. And right now, all he saw was a bunch of pissed-off champions latching onto a single target without questioning a damn thing.

So, if he was gonna be involved, he wanted facts. Not emotions.