The streets weren't very crowded at this time of the evening, but they hadn't emptied out yet. In absence of conversation, Dante watched: the faces of the people, the structure of the Big Wall, the words on windows and signs and what they said about this place.

People had learned to live with this.

They always did.

"They're doing pretty well for themselves," he said, eventually. It was an idle observation, not any attempt to draw Ezra out. It didn't need to be answered, but it could be.