(Caius)
She found me in the office an hour after I'd left her.
I heard her footsteps in the corridor before she reached the door, the sound of someone who had already made up her mind. I set my pen down before she knocked.
She came in and closed the door behind her and stood in front of the desk and looked at me.
"I know what I want," she said.
I waited.
She sat down across from me, not on the edge of the chair the way she used to sit when she was still learning whether she was allowed to be comfortable in a room, but fully, the way she sat everywhere now.
"Conditional release," she said. "With conditions we set. Not standard restrictions. Conditions that fit this specific situation."
I looked at her.
"You researched it," I said.
"Yes," she said. "I needed to understand what was
