After Rubedo had taken his leave and Kaworu had fully inspected the contents of the room, he stepped out into the dark hallway. He could hear voices echoing from further into the building, implying that staying inside ones room was not a popular option. Curiously, he followed the beams of flashlights into the night, watching the way they played off the walls in jerky, very human patterns. He imagined the twitch of a wrist, the turning of a body, the flow of steps.

As he moved out further, he noticed the lack of any wreal attempts at security. There was scarcely a half-hearted closed door or alarm system. The nurses were gone, and the previously secure locks were done away with. It all fit with the descriptions he had heard or read, but it was still so improbably strange. Kaworu also observed that this was a very primitive facility that no one had taken the time or money to upgrade, which wasn't an impossible situation, but noteworthy all the same. Despite this, none of the Lilim could escape, yet on a nightly basis they were invited to try. Their captor was confident to the point of arrogance, and wanted to prove his control by giving them an illusion of freedom. It was as fascinating as it was sad. Kaworu would be almost reluctant to leave these people and this puzzle.

However, this was not his story. He had other things of greater concern to attend to. This place simply was, and would continue as it had with or without him. Kaworu followed the echoing sounds of conversation, hoping it would lead him to an exit.