Nessa's right arm fell toward the ceiling and told her nothing about it.
The sleeve tightened under her armpit. Her shoulder stayed beside the black rail while the numb arm lifted over her head, fingers open, chasing Cava through a direction the rest of Nessa's body refused.
Nessa wound Kestra's numbered chain around her left wrist.
Todd had reached the west wall and planted both boots against a shelf bracket. Cava rose above the storehouse lamps with a packing cord pulling from the crown on her shoulder. The landing guard and his cutters swung below the broken freight opening, each body choosing a different angle around the same cord.
The painted prison floor sat in the middle of it all. Five empty sockets turned around the black rail while plaster, wet ledger pages, and loose restraint buckles climbed away from one another.
"Call every living body by injury and direction. Leave the tools unnamed until every person has a strap."
