Everett stood nearby, his own posture carrying quiet, watchful patience rather than open triumph. When his eyes met Vincent's, something passed between them that looked less like enemies and more like two men who understood exactly what political theater required of both of them."We've both lost children to this war in different ways," Everett said quietly, close enough that only Vincent could hear it clearly. "I take no pleasure in this.""Neither do I," Vincent replied, equally quiet.The executioner stepped forward.Chaos erupted.Andre's signal came without warning, hundreds of Basa family members emerging from positions they'd spent hours establishing throughout the crowd, their coordinated movement overwhelming the platform guards before proper resistance could organize. Everett, watching from his position, made a deliberate choice not to intervene immediately, his own guards receiving no urgent orders despite the chaos unfolding directly in front of him.Andre reached Victoria