He looked up into the face that beamed with idle glee, at the ragged cap that sat atop his shaven head. Three other men stood behind him as the one before him emptied his bladder into the bowl of NutriPaste he had gotten from the dispensary and not touched. Someone sat down beside him and he could see out of the corner of his eye the beard he wore, the symbols cut into it that were common among the men he had seen there. "I do not like to see loyalists in Tower 8." He said, but Sejanus had yet to look at him. "Sorry to spoil your view." He said. "I am sorry to spoil yours." The man said and he indicated the rotting genitalia only now coming to the end of its extrication. "This is some point you're trying to make I guess." "We live in a world of points now," He said and made a motion of his hand, as if to request something he could not readily describe. "Sejanus." He told him.
