[ they're hiding something. ishmael can tell that much. but she continues to uphold some of the secrecies they're not allowed to tell other people despite being in a world that the Head shouldn't reach -- but it's the Head. who knows what they're capable of. better to err to the side of caution than getting killed on the spot. ]

Yeah. I... He left me a lot of trinkets. Even one from his own person, before he died.

[ his Vision, which she continues to polish and hide in her bedside drawer every night. ]

But moving on in general is harder this time, I think. In the City, we're always moving from one place to another constantly, having no time to process what'd just happened. But now we have more than enough time to kill. I'm still adjusting to it.