Four years have passed as Gibson worked his way up the ranks of the incinerators. He quickly proved himself to be one of the strongest and most capable members of the group, and before he knew it, he had risen to the rank of flare.

Gibson was proud of his accomplishments, but as the years went by, he began to realize that he had made a rash decision. He had given up his own life to protect Janks and serve the Holden Empire, but he had lost sight of his own goals and dreams in the process.

It was a difficult realization to come to, but it was made even more so by the fact that Gibson had recently met a woman who had turned his world upside down. Her name was Cecille, and she was unlike anyone Gibson had ever met before. She was kind, compassionate, and fiercely independent, and she had shown Gibson that there was more to life than just serving the Holden Empire.

Cecille had inspired Gibson to think about his own happiness and to pursue his own dreams. She had shown him that it was possible to have a life outside of the incinerators, and that he didn't have to sacrifice his own happiness to serve the Holden Empire.

Gibson knew that he had to make a choice. He could continue on his current path, rising through the ranks of the incinerators and serving the Holden Empire to the best of his ability. Or he could take control of his own life and forge his own path, even if it meant leaving Janks behind.

It was a difficult decision, but in the end, Gibson knew what he had to do. He had made a promise to Janks and Joust, and he couldn't just turn his back on them. They had relied on him for so long, and he couldn't let them down.

But at the same time, Gibson knew that he couldn't ignore his own feelings any longer. He had to find a way to balance his loyalty to Janks and Joust with his own desires and goals.

With that in mind, Gibson made his decision. He would continue to serve as an guard, but he would also make time for his own dreams and passions. He would find a way to balance his duties with his own happiness, and he wouldn't let anyone or anything hold him back.

As Gibson entered Janks's room, he was still struck by the sheer number of creations scattered about. There were green goggles hanging from the walls, floating light orbs that produced both light and heat, and countless drawings and books littering the floor.

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"I have a surprise for you," Janks said, grinning as he handed Gibson a pair of goggles. "These are my latest creation. They have three functions: night vision, long-range vision, and heat sensors for those monsters that can camouflage and kill so many incinerators."

Handing him the goggles. "To use the heat sensors, just rotate the gear on the left side. And to magnify the area, just rotate the frame of the goggles clockwise. Simple, right?"

Gibson examined the goggles that Janks had given him. They were a thick, metallic strap with three glowing liquid tubes on the right side and a small, round circle on the left. The metal frame was a golden brown color, and the lens was a deep green.

Gibson accepted the goggles, but couldn't help feeling a little skeptical. He had never used any of Janks's creations before, and he wasn't sure if they would work as promised. But he didn't want to upset Janks, so he simply nodded and thanked him.

"I'll give them a try," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Thank you, Janks. Your inventions always amaze me."

Janks beamed with pride as Gibson slipped the goggles over his eyes. "I can't wait to see what you think," he said. "I have a feeling they're going to be a game changer for you out there."

Gibson couldn't help but smile at Janks's enthusiasm. Despite his doubts, he was excited to see what these goggles were capable of. He just hoped they would work as well as Janks promised.

As soon as Gibson stepped out of Janks's room, he saw Cecille standing in the hallway with an irritated look on her face. "You gave him more than half of your money again?" she asked, shaking her head. "Gibson, you have to stop spoiling him. He's going to grow up to be entitled and never learn the value of hard work."

Gibson sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know, I know," he said. "But he's just a kid, and I want to make sure he has everything he needs. Plus, he's so talented and intelligent. I can't help but support him in any way I can."

Cecille rolled her eyes. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when he doesn't appreciate anything you've done for him. Just remember that you have your own life too, and you can't always be there to take care of him."

Gibson nodded, but deep down he couldn't help feeling guilty. He knew Cecille was right, He had sacrificed so much for Janks, and now he was starting to realize that he had his own life to live too. But at the same time, he was loyal to Joust and he couldn't abandon his duties as an guard of the prince. Sighing, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on the present. He had work to do.

As the two continued to argue, Janks sat at his desk, quietly listening to their conversation. Thanks to one of his inventions, a earpiece that allowed him enhance his hearing, he had been able to overhear their entire argument. He couldn't help but feel guilty for causing tension between Gibson and Cecille, but he knew he couldn't change the way Gibson felt. He just hoped that one day he would be able to repay Gibson for all that he had done for him.