The caller hated the new sentence.
Ty could tell from the way Caelin's aide stopped blinking. The aide held the phone close and listened while the rest of the room pretended they were above hearing the damage.
They heard it anyway.
"Manufactured silence means nobody gets to call the result clean yet."
The aide listened again.
"Public office can take your complaint. Public office cannot release sealed identities."
Caelin watched the aide's hand tighten around the phone.
"End the call if they threaten anyone in the room."
The aide repeated the warning into the receiver, then lowered the phone a few inches.
"They are asking whether silence can still count."
Omina's pen stopped.
That question belonged to the room.
Ty felt it move through his hand before anyone answered. The pressure sat under the missing finger and pulled toward the old split: originating holder, bridge review, receiving unit. Three places quiet had been collected, but only one had written the condition.
