Mordecai appeared at the spire entrance with the energy of someone who had been moving quickly and was operating at the edge of his composure. He was not presenting the version of himself that he typically showed in the throne room.
He was wearing the version that Rex had seen twice before, the version that surfaced when something had happened that was significantly outside the parameters around which Mordecai had built his management approach. The version that was slightly panicked but was suppressing the panic hard enough that it came out as controlled agitation.
"What is happening down there?!" Mordecai said, which was not a question in any grammatical sense. "It's all blood and bones!"
"How many fucking times do I have to repeat myself?" Rex did not turn from the view, his voice dripping with a bored, lethal contempt. "This is what I called... Reconstruction."
