Leopold was quietly wedged behind a corner, the reticles on his gun trained directly at the manhole cover. His mind was a numb void. Ever since that day they'd lost Tito, Leopold had retreated inside himself for the second time in his life and allowed nothing to leak out. This was war, and emotions just complicated things. His fingers twitched as he remembered that Ina was also assigned to their squad. It had been some time since the two had crossed paths, and Leopold preferred to keep it that way. Assumedly she was right around the corner, in the same hallway. A small part of him wanted to seek reconciliation, but for what? She'd probably turned back into a mindless machine. Almost subconsciously, Leopold had done the same. He already could remember only the smallest flashes of what seemed to be another life. He'd lost the original spark that had driven him to the Partition so many months ago, the driving force behind his investigations while at the Institute. There was nothing to be found here, and maybe there was nothing after all, outside the walls of the neon city. Leopold no longer cared. The silence was heavy. Leopold could feel each of his breaths, feel the creak of his bones. The clock on his ocular implant ticked slower than a bio-fluid drip.