"Mm. Jean's, in particular, springs to mind," Neil agrees. "A wasteland buried under concrete, pretending to be a city, built from blood and bone and controlled by the rich. It begins to feel like the awful end of the path we were on, back on the Grand Fairisle." He pauses, clarifying for Martin: "That's, ah, the largest island in the archipelago. Inaccessible at the moment, but it's where I come from."

"Ah." Martin nods. "That, um. That doesn't surprise me, though, Jon. It obviously looks... different. For me. But I... yeah. It gets easier every day to just give in to the impulse, and harder to resist."