Neo stayed near the edge of the holding section with his hands braced against the cold stone rail, attention fixed on the parts of the yard Gray Hand had not bothered to make visible. The place had been designed by people who understood exactly how much information to deny without technically hiding anything. You could see movement. Staff crossing one lane. A gate opening for three seconds. A stretcher disappearing behind a wall. Enough to keep the mind busy. Not enough to give it peace.
Beside him, Copper-hair spat a little blood to the side and rolled one shoulder.
"You waiting on someone?" he asked.
Neo didn't turn. "No. I just enjoy staring at walls."
Copper-hair laughed under his breath. "Yes, they are certainly interesting."
