The Pantheon appeared around him the same way it had the first time, light rising from nowhere, platforms materializing, the room made with the corporate precision of a space that had never been improvised.
Proxy recognized it immediately.
Same floating platforms, same ambient light from below, same service bot logic drifting between tables with champagne glasses he had not asked for. He had been here before, which meant he knew what was going to descend from the center of the space in approximately one minute.
He checked his surroundings.
Nyx was beside him, as expected. She was already awake and already looking at him, the satisfied smile from the maintenance floor still present.
The wish existed between them in exactly the form it had before everything went black, and he did not mention it directly.
He looked at the lobby instead.
"Why she's with us?" Nyx said in annoyance.
