...and knowledge, of course, is the key to him, as much as to his vapid ego who's left on the surface. There's a suggestion of movement far down the tunnel, and then two little yellow eyes watch her from the dark, as a presence coalesces on her tracker.

"So you're like Midnight. Not Violet, but Midnight. Not Oracle, but Glitch." His voice isn't distant, but right in her ear, as if in headphones, or into her mind. It sounds gritty and so, so weary.

"Are we married in your world?"