Seth leads them in silence for a while. He doesn't really like talking in the empty hallways of this building. It echoes.
It's clear that everyone else went home a long time ago. There might be a stray lab assistant pulling an all-nighter somewhere, or a janitor tending to the spaces that are hard to clean during office hours, but they certainly don't run into anyone as they walk from one dimly-lit exit light to another. The only other soul they pass is the night guard in the otherwise-empty lobby, who nods and gives them both a brief "goodnight" as they pass through the doors and back out into the courtyard.
There are no carriages to meet them this time. Instead, Seth takes them along something that resembles a sidewalk and begins to stroll (which is a leisurely pace for him but still uncomfortably fast for most people with shorter legs), supposedly in the direction of the hotel he's stashing Irahl and Vincent in. The path will lead them through a large stretch of public gardens, which are, of course, artfully arranged and immaculately tended to.
The city streets aren't abandoned, even at this early hour, but they are far fewer people out than there were when he'd arrived. It's strange, there aren't many lights on either, but all of the encasing glass and mirror-shined surfaces bounce the light around in odd ways, washing the path in this kind of twilit dimness that makes the place feel neither asleep nor awake.
"How did you find your first day of training?" Seth finally asks. He walks with his hands behind his back, which may just be his natural resting position with how frequently he settles there.
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It's clear that everyone else went home a long time ago. There might be a stray lab assistant pulling an all-nighter somewhere, or a janitor tending to the spaces that are hard to clean during office hours, but they certainly don't run into anyone as they walk from one dimly-lit exit light to another. The only other soul they pass is the night guard in the otherwise-empty lobby, who nods and gives them both a brief "goodnight" as they pass through the doors and back out into the courtyard.
There are no carriages to meet them this time. Instead, Seth takes them along something that resembles a sidewalk and begins to stroll (which is a leisurely pace for him but still uncomfortably fast for most people with shorter legs), supposedly in the direction of the hotel he's stashing Irahl and Vincent in. The path will lead them through a large stretch of public gardens, which are, of course, artfully arranged and immaculately tended to.
The city streets aren't abandoned, even at this early hour, but they are far fewer people out than there were when he'd arrived. It's strange, there aren't many lights on either, but all of the encasing glass and mirror-shined surfaces bounce the light around in odd ways, washing the path in this kind of twilit dimness that makes the place feel neither asleep nor awake.
"How did you find your first day of training?" Seth finally asks. He walks with his hands behind his back, which may just be his natural resting position with how frequently he settles there.