( He does not question whether they were rightly captured. Does not ask whether Wen Kexing's frustrations, cup filled to brim, are ill placed and poorly founded.

Instead, he walks their cage to each corner, feels out its defences, lets the wet of the walls and the rubble-dirt of the matted floors leave their print on him, the curious, grotesque display of decay.

Then, he pronounces, far too peacefully: )

Danger sleeps within the walls. ( Fact the first. ) We are confined within walls. ( Fact the second. ) We break the walls.

( Con... clusion? )