From the kitchen, a glowing rectangle of gold stretched out onto the balcony; its false dominion stopping short of the edge where raw concrete crumbled away to expose rusted bones to polluted air.
Beyond the telling illumination, the two soldiers sat, legs hanging off the edge. Hendrick slouched forward frowning at the streets below, while the titan rested back on his elbows to gaze up at the lights in the surrounding apartments.
The old scout shifted. “Did he ever say why?” he asked quietly.
Gregori closed his eyes. “Ah, he did.”
The titan shook his head. “Nathan only.”