We told everyone goodbye in the High Council building's lobby.
Adisa, who shook my hand with the efficiency of a woman who had already mentally filed this case under *completed* and moved to the next, said: "The prosecution team will be in contact within a few days. Don't speak to any media without me." Then she left, because Adisa operated on a schedule that apparently had seventeen items after us.
Draven, who had appeared and disappeared throughout the day with the reliable frequency of a man who existed in multiple places simultaneously, said: "Get some rest." He paused. "Both of you." The almost-laugh. He shook Zevran's hand — something passed between them, Alpha to Alpha, the kind of communication that happened in frequencies I wasn't entirely tuned to. Then he was gone.
Tobias sai
