"If she had told me, I would not be so surprised," he says. "No, it's the... accumulation of details. You don't know Eights's name, so you are new, but you cannot be that new and have scars that old, however small and insignificant. And your hair is naturally green. That's not evidence that you're live, particularly, but it is evidence that you're strange in some way."
He takes a seat behind the desk. There is a chair there.
"You are a contractor, and not from this world. For what purpose have you been brought here?"
"Oookay," says Eights. "So... I dunno, how aware are you that Downside is complete bullshit?"
"There's no oversight on the judges. I don't know what they were like when you set them up but these days they're viciously bitter and they've been escalating sentences since I can remember. The Crescent helps, but we're not a solution, we're just a patch. And it's a pretty shitty patch, to be honest. While I'm at it, there's no good reason why res space has to be a popularity contest. I mean, why? Why any of it?"