The people went first.
The woman with the basket, the soldiers on the eastern wall, the child on the parapet — all of them thinning out at the edges, going pale, and gone, and the courtyard was suddenly very large and very quiet.
Then the walls. The tower on the keep came down out of the sky the way it had gone up, and the colonnade lost its roof, and the soot came back across the stone in a slow tide.
`[FLOOR EXIT SEQUENCE INITIATED]`
`[LIVE BROADCAST ENDING]`
**[ZeroFan]:** WAIT
**[FloorTheoryIE]:** WHO IS WRATH
**[ShieldMainSiobhan]:** ONE OF THE SEVEN MEANS WHAT??
**[GalwayGoblin]:** DONT YOU DARE END IT
`[FLOOR EXIT — BROADCAST TERMINATED]`
The chat went out.
It was always the same and it always got him. Two million people, and then no people, and the difference between those two states was a silence you could put your hand into. Finn's head came up at it. Cillian opened his eyes.
They were alone for the first time in seven hours.
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Nobody used it for a theory.
