Anastasia had been watching Lancelot move for sixteen hours.
This wasn't unusual. She'd been watching him move for over a year now. In evaluation sectors, in the Academic District, in the SMS hall where Thorne ran his assessments. In the ceremonial spaces the Academy required them to occupy together.
She'd built a thorough model across all that time. More detailed than anyone else's because she had more data than anyone else had. More observation hours logged than anyone else.
She'd learned early that the space between what Lancelot looked like and what Lancelot was doing required sustained observation to read correctly.
The model she'd built in first year was accurate. She'd been confident in it.
The model was wrong now.
