It had been two days since the interrogation meeting, and Sagiri had been kept in the secluded medical room for checkups, they said. He had been eating and sleeping, and the old healer could not let him leave. It was as if Senraki and his minions planned to drive him mad with boredom.
Torena was the one who came to pick him up on the night of the second day. He had gone back to wearing white combat, and he almost felt like Senraki in the combat. He did not know how long he would go without being allowed to wear his combat and sash, but that did not matter now. He had stopped himself from going on a rampage in the days he was in seclusion, and now that he was out, he planned to make the most of it. N'varu was not around to tame his stupidity, and he needed to grow up.
He walked behind Torena in silence through the twists and turns of the central pentagon, which was massive compared to the other four.
