This is the line.
From here forward:
I don’t round off edges to protect egos.
I don’t translate my voice to fit fragile rooms.
I don’t pad clarity with comfort just to keep the meeting calm.
Because every time I softened what I knew to be true,
I trained the room to tolerate dysfunction.
To reward silence.
To mistake usefulness for agreement.
Not anymore.
I speak early.
I speak plainly.
And I speak as if the cost of avoidance is mine to carry, because it always has been.
This isn’t rebellion.
It’s precision.
This is how the Codex begins.
This is the law.
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