Caius had not realized how loud tactical action was until it completely stopped.
For three frantic weeks, his days had methodically filled themselves. Suspensions to file. Absolute executive statements to draft. Names to aggressively move across a map like pieces in a high-stakes campaign he was finally, belatedly, learning to navigate. Every single hour had a mechanical task attached to it, and every task had functioned as a provisional sanctuary or, in other words, a place to put his bare hands so they were not forced to remain still.
Now, there was nothing left to strike.
The notarized Council statement had breached the registry an hour ago. Beta Brennan had personally walked the unredacted dossiers to the primary courier himself, because certain classes of treason were too volatile
