Katelina clung to her hope: they'd finally let him go, let him stop being an Executioner.
Jorick glanced past her, to the other occupants. "We'll discuss it later. For now let's get some rest."
Katelina followed him to the door and Micah called, "What the fuck? You ain't gonna tell us what they said?"
Jorick paused on the threshold, his tone icy. "It's none of your business."
Micah called after them, "Told ya. He's no better than the rest of the ancient fuckers."
Katelina and Xandria followed Jorick through the halls. They took an elevator to the second floor, where they walked through part of the entertainment area. A spa, a movie theatre, and other amusements were crammed together like a shopping mall.
Jorick's card got them through the locked door into the Executioner's block. Inside, the hallway wound around in a rectangle. Katelina couldn't remember which apartment number was theirs, but Jorick went to door three without hesitation.