"I would. … But it could be nice to have a little break."

"Can have a break after that fucker's outta power."

"Which may be after we both die."

"Hrrm. We still don't know that I actually grow old."

"I mean, I guess we don't know that I do either, but – I get your point."

"Yes, don't be pedantic," he says, smiling a bit.

"Okay, so, maybe after I die. Still."

"Won't let you die, either." Nuzzle.

Hug.

"… Do we want to go see what they're up to now, or wait, then?"

"Dunno if we're allowed?"

"They haven't, I dunno, given us a rulebook, have they?"

He looks up and around, briefly.

It's a simple room, with the double bed and a closet and a small bathroom. Stark.

"No, they haven't."

"I could ask… Not sure who, though."

He shrugs. "Stick your head out the door and see what's there?"

That requires disentangling himself from Dayo. He does that, reluctantly, and then proceeds to look out the door.

The door seems to be locked.

"Erm."

"… Well. I guess I will not be doing that."

"Guess that answers the question neatly, then."

"Do I want to try contacting someone to ask or do we want to not let them know we've found out."

"I'm pretty sure if they didn't want us to find out they wouldn't have outright locked the doors."

"So should I ask – scary woman who gave the speech, I forget if she gave her name?"

"Couldn't hurt, I guess."

He mentally pokes around for her and then – she gets that polite synesthetic knocking request for conversation that comes with his telepathy.

[So this is what it feels like.]

[It is indeed. Hello.]