The view from the rooftop was still staggering to Darius. The sheer beauty of the city, the quiet of the garden. It was here he came to recharge, when he could convince himself he was allowed.

But today, but this morning, he'd come up and found the shattered pots, the trees torn from their beds, the ruined foliage. And now it was afternoon, his hands were black with soil, and he was nowhere near done putting it all right, but he couldn't stop working.