The conversation happened on the evening of the second day, in the narrow space behind the equipment storage where Voss had taken to doing her end-of-day maintenance and Kieran had taken to sitting for no apparent reason except that it was quieter than the barracks.
Bright was thirty meters away, in his own space, and his spatial awareness reached thirty meters without effort. He wasn't listening for the conversation. He heard it the way he heard everything within range — automatically, the talent making no distinction between what was intended for him and what wasn't.
"He's young," Voss said. She was running a cloth along the secondary joint of her primary weapon, the specific attention of someone who had learned to maintain equipment as a meditative practice.
"He knows," Kieran said.
