"So we didn't trust the lizard after all," Hikari said.
They'd been walking for twenty minutes and it was the first thing she'd said since they left from home. The central district went up around them in pale stone and glass, the Council Spire throwing its long morning shadow across four streets at once, and the Hall of Records sat at the end of the avenue: pretty small entrance, arched doorway, light brass hinges.
"You've been thinking about it the whole way, haven't you?"
"It said it's been alive longer than it ever wanted to be." She was watching the pavement in front of her. "It said it knows more than it, in this state and body, can even fathom. That's not a "tired" thing to say."
Raizen reached over and tapped her on the shoulder, twice, lightly. "It was half asleep and being dramatic. That's ninety percent of what it does. Don't hand it more attention, it'll only start wanting more of it."
"Mm."
"Hikari."
"I said mm."
They walked another block.
