"I'm a very refined animal."
Her door closed.
Downstairs the heavy bag was still going. One point three seconds. Raphael was going to hit that thing until his knuckles split and then he was going to wrap them and hit it more, because Raphael did not have words for what four thousand people in jars did to him and this was the closest thing he owned.
I let him have it.
My room was too quiet. I sat on the edge of the futon with the bat across my knees and the Key in my palm and waited for my body to feel like mine again.
It didn't.
Nel. Talk to me.
The interface came up in that soft blue that had stopped being comforting somewhere around month four.
She sounded tired. I hadn't known she could sound tired.
Why did you lock me out.
Two seconds. She never took two seconds.
Nel. Who blocked it.
Nothing.
