The courtyard looked vastly different during the day than it did at night, but that was true for the rest of the institute as well.

Statesman looked up at the sky, while flight wasn't among the most powerful of his abilities he had always enjoyed flying. It was soothing, and always helped him calm down and relieved the stress that came along with his job.

Instead he decided to walk it off, though he was distracted by the sight of a small boy with a mechanical arm. Marcus stopped next to the bench and looked down at him for a moment, the kid seemed to be asleep.