The silence that followed Luo Shiye's departure was not a peaceful one. It was a heavy, suffocating thing that clung to the players like wet wool.
As they began the long trek toward the distant, shimmering silhouette of the Reflection Tower, the group moved in a loose, fractured formation.
Nobody spoke about Luo Shiye.
They'd tried, in the first few minutes after the intersection released them onto the road toward Reflection Tower, Tang Xin opening his mouth twice, getting as far as
"So that guy—" before his own voice seemed to embarrass him into silence. After that, nobody tried again. There was a difference between not wanting to talk about something and not having the architecture left to talk about it, and Lin Yue suspected, watching the set of everyone's shoulders, that they'd landed somewhere closer to the second.
