Breakfast ended not long after.
The food had done little for the camp beyond keeping hunger from turning uglier, but it was enough to get people moving. Byron came for them himself and told them to follow. His voice carried none of the strain from yesterday's argument, though Neo noticed the way he kept scanning the camp as they walked, counting faces, measuring who had come and who had chosen not to.
They reached the center of the camp, the same place as before.
Most of the survivors were already there. But not all.
The four from the gray-haired bastard's group who had gone into the tower had yet to show themselves. Byron noticed it too. He paused once, let his attention travel across the gathered people, and waited as if he expected them to stroll in late with some excuse already prepared.
They didn't.
That was enough to start the murmuring.
