"It is not totally inconceivable I'd see fit to run away."

"Why are you cooperating?" he wonders.

"You might have something interesting to say."

"...okay."

The ordinary elevator arrives. He nudges Epic inside.

He goes in.

It goes up.

"...so you knew the government was a dictatorship and you still...?"

"- yeah? What was I supposed to do, overthrow it without a plan to do better?"

"Try to find a resistance, then? Or did you think there wasn't one?"

"Rebels couldn't let me rebuild São Paulo and I really want to."

"...you need their permission?"

"If I did it without permission no one would actually get to live there which kinda defeats the point."

"Guess so." They go up to an arbitrary floor and the kidnapper walks them into an arbitrary apartment and there is a patch of light on one of the walls. "Touch that."

He does.

And he finds himself in another room altogether. It has a bed and a desk and a mirror and two closed doors and is not extremely spacious.

Did his escort come through also?

Nope! He's all alone in there.

He tries the doors.

One leads to a bathroom, the other to a corridor where some people are talking or walking and there's a person in a military uniform—similar to the ones he saw in HQ, actually—standing next to his door.

"Hello. Do you know when the people who wanted to talk to me actually need me, this whole thing is not feeling super respectful of my time and I might just go hang out elsewhere and come back when you're ready."

"—I thought that door was locked," the uniformed guy says. "Uh, wait here a sec? I'ma get someone."

"Locking it would not have helped." He waits.

Off he goes. The other people around look curiously at him but don't engage.

He waits. 

A serious-looking woman shows shows up with the uniformed dude. "Epic. Nice of you to decide to join us, if the reports I hear are truthful."

"It would have gone badly to try to have me here if I didn't want to be, if that's what you mean."