Lucas stood at the edge of the platform and looked at Callum for a long moment after Kelvin's voice had gone quiet in his ear.
"You don't have to do this," he said.
"I think we're past that conversation," Callum said.
"We're not," Lucas said. "There are people in those lanes right now who don't know your name. Don't know your brother's name. Don't know what happened to Adrian or why it happened or any of the institutional rot underneath it that you're so angry about." He took a step closer, slow, deliberate, hands open at his sides. "They're just people going home. Picking up their kids. Flying to a dinner reservation. They didn't fail your family. The system failed your family, and you're about to make a city full of strangers pay for a debt the EDF should owe you instead."
