Joshua sat on a wooden stool in the kitchen, quiet, listening to the group just on the other side of the door ranting, raving, and rambling about things only they’d care about. Nothing universal or earth-shattering, no matters of the soul and mind, but matters of vanity, spoils and material insignificance. Their view of the world had been warped by sloth, gluttony, and the kindness of mass inheritance, not sacrifice.
Not once had he heard Ivory speak when not being asked a specific question.
He’d only had a few moments alone with Ivory, just enough time to say hello, almost an hour prior in a small corridor off from the kitchen. They were interrupted when one of the members from the security crew entered to collect all hands for more work in preparation. Neither one of them blinked as he was taken away by the wrist.