Jake followed him down from the wall and through the fortress interior and saw long enough.
It looked like a young soldier sitting against the barracks wall with his knees pulled to his chest and his eyes focused on something that wasn't present in the physical space around him, somewhere private and distant and sustaining.
It looked like two men sharing a single ration between them with the careful precision of people making sure the division was exactly equal, neither of them looking at the other's face while they did it.
It looked like a woman checking her weapon's mechanism for the fourth time in an hour, the repetition serving a psychological function rather than a practical one because the mechanism was fine and had been fine every previous time she'd checked it.
