### *Tobias: Caught in the Act - Part 3: The Weight of Despair*

The days blended together in the holding cell. Tobias had lost track of time—there was no window to the outside, no way of measuring how long he had been trapped here. Every minute felt like an eternity. The soft hum of the station echoed in his ears, a constant reminder that he was still in the same place, with no real way out.

His stomach growled again, louder this time, but Tobias didn’t have the energy to care. The hunger had become a constant companion, gnawing at him in the background of his thoughts. But that wasn’t his greatest concern anymore. No, now it was the crushing realization of his situation.

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### *The Endless Cycle*

Tobias sat slumped against the cold metal wall, his legs pulled up to his chest, his head resting against his knees. His thoughts swirled in circles, each one darker than the last. He had been trapped in this cycle of survival for so long—scavenging for scraps, hiding in the shadows, trying to stay one step ahead of the station’s authorities. But now?

Now there was no way to survive. The game had changed. He couldn’t live off the scraps anymore; his options were running out.

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### *A Harsh Question*

The door to the cell slid open, breaking his reverie. Tobias didn’t move. He wasn’t sure who it was this time, but it didn’t matter. The footsteps echoed in the hallway, heavy and deliberate. He looked up to see Lieutenant Commander Hurst once again standing in the doorway. 

She studied him for a moment before speaking. “How are you holding up?”

Tobias didn’t answer right away. He just stared at her, his eyes hollow, his voice lost somewhere in the depth of his frustration. He wanted to scream, to shout at her about how impossible it all felt. How he had no future. 

But instead, he asked, his voice thick with disbelief, “How am I supposed to live? I can’t scavenge anymore. I can’t go back to my family. I can’t even get a job!” 

He stood up slowly, his voice growing more urgent as he spoke. “I don’t even have credits! No one will hire me. No one will help me. You’re just going to let me rot here, aren’t you?”

Hurst’s eyes softened for a brief moment, but she didn’t say anything at first. She just crossed her arms and studied him. “I’m not here to make your situation better, Tobias. I’m here to make sure you face the consequences for what you’ve done.”

Tobias’ fists clenched. “I’m asking you, how do I survive? Without scavenging? Without anything? How do I—”

The words caught in his throat as he realized how hopeless it sounded. He didn’t have an answer. No one did. Not for him.

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### *A Silent Promise*

Lieutenant Commander Hurst sighed, her posture softening just a fraction. She uncrossed her arms, looking at him with a mixture of pity and frustration. “I can’t give you a solution to all of this. But I can try to help you find a way forward. But first, you need to understand—you’re not the only one in this situation.”

She glanced down at her wristpad, then back at Tobias. “You’ve broken the law, Tobias. And you’ll face the consequences for that. But beyond that, you have to make the choice to help yourself.”

Tobias shook his head in disbelief. “Help myself? How? What can I do when I can’t even get a job? When I have nothing?”

Hurst hesitated, clearly weighing her words. “There’s something I can do, but it’s not an easy path. It’s a chance, Tobias. Not a promise. You’ll have to prove yourself.”

Tobias didn’t speak. He just stood there, waiting for her to explain further, but Hurst was silent for a moment, as though gathering her thoughts.

“You have two options,” she said, her voice firm. “You can stay here, continue to rot, and wait for the next step in your punishment. Or, you can try a program we have in place for individuals in your position. It’s not a get-out-of-jail-free card. It’s work. It’s commitment. And it’s going to take everything you’ve got.”

Tobias blinked, feeling a faint flicker of hope, but skepticism quickly set in. “What kind of program?”

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### *A Glimmer of Hope*

Hurst paused before answering. “It’s a rehabilitation program for Penitatas. A chance to start fresh. You’ll have to prove your worth, but it’s your best shot at staying off the streets. But you need to be clear—you can’t expect any handouts. You’ll be expected to work for every bit of food, shelter, and credits you earn.”

Tobias felt his heart race, but he didn’t say anything. This was it. His chance to get out of this endless spiral. It wasn’t going to be easy. Nothing had been easy for him since he arrived at this station.

“You’ll have to be serious about this, Tobias,” Hurst continued. “I can’t promise you anything more than that. But if you take this seriously, there’s a chance you can make something of yourself. You’ll get a job, housing, and—eventually—some form of stability.”

Tobias swallowed, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. This was his choice, but it was also his last shot. 

“Alright,” he said, his voice low. “I’ll do it. I’ll prove I can do it.”

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### *A Hard Road Ahead*

Hurst nodded, satisfied with his decision, but Tobias wasn’t sure if he was satisfied with himself. He had no idea how this would play out. He had no idea what kind of work the program would involve, or whether he could even stick with it. But he had made a choice.

He could try. He could fight, one last time. 

As Hurst left the cell, Tobias sat back down, the weight of his decision settling on him. It wasn’t a guarantee, and it wasn’t going to be easy. But it was his chance, his opportunity to change things. He wasn’t sure if he could succeed, but for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to hope.

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**The End... For Now**