Extraction: Infinite Hunger Chapter 5: Since When Did a Null Walk Like That?

Mass. It was an ethereal impression radiating from the stairwell landing ahead. It felt like sothing large, held perfectly still, and contained within a space far too small for it.

He looked up.

A silver-haired girl stood at the corridor window.

She had been reading sothing, or had been until a mont ago. A slim folder sat at her side while she looked at the courtyard below. Her attention was clearly between tasks.

The afternoon light ca through the window and found her silver hair, making it look like spun glass. Her uniform was worn with a precision that was her baseline rather than the result of conscious effort.

He kept walking. He didn’t change his pace.

She saw him in her peripheral vision and looked toward him before she decided to. A Null was soone so far below herself his presence was not in anything she should be concerned about. She knew his na like she knew every student in the academy. She had read each student’s file and could tell who was who by a glance at how they walked and kept themselves upright.

Ash was still walking by, trying not to make direct eye contact with her.

"Your sleeves," she called out.

Her voice was calm and lodic, but it carried the feeling of a direct command.

She wasn’t looking at him. Her attention was still fixed on the courtyard, watching the lower-years scramble for the last of the lunch rations.

Ash looked at his sleeves. The right one was rolled below the elbow, unevenly. The left one was rolled even higher. He pushed them all the way down, not making a performance of the motion.

"Aegis Academy has a dress standard," she said. "Especially in the main corridors."

"I know."

She finally turned her head. Up close, the Shade had a clarity to it that was almost blinding. It was sothing held in. It was sothing that had been burning alone in a closed room for years. Her winter-ocean eyes looked at him with the sa neutral expression she gave the stone walls or the empty courtyard.

She gave him a brief nod that sent him on his way.

The east wing was quieter than the main dormitory block, which was why the upper years preferred it. Better rooms, better light, the implicit understanding that proximity to the academy’s best facilities was sothing you earned rather than were assigned.

Ash wasn’t headed sowhere else. The corridor was his destination.

He moved slowly. A Shade pulled at him from sowhere ahead. That sa accumulated pressure, old and dense and consistent, like a weight that had been added to increntally over years until the total beca sothing close to structural.

He reached the third door from the stairwell and stopped.

The door was closed, but a thin line of light escaped from underneath it. The Shade pressed outward through the wood like it didn’t know it was pressing. It was just its natural state of being.

He stood there long enough to hear movent inside. A chair scraping against the floor, then footsteps, then, soone who was settled rather than stopped. He listened to the Shade rather than the sounds. Ash felt the pressure of it. He felt his hunger register the distance and make its own quiet decisions.

He turned around and walked back toward the main block until the pressure faded. By the ti he reached the stairwell it was ambient background noise again.

He had a na by morning. Phoebe.

She was one of the highest ranked second-years in academy history. Her file listed three comndations in applied combat and one in theoretical Shade dynamics. Her record read like a docunt soone had assembled to create the perfect student.

The cafeteria at midday had its own social physics. Rank, proximity, and the accumulated social stature of who could afford to sit where had sorted the room into a configuration that reproduced itself daily with only minor variations. Ash had always eaten near the windows. He didn’t care about the light or the view of the grounds. He sat there because the windows were at the room’s margin. It was the safest place for soone like him to observe without being swept into the flow.

He was three bites into sothing the nu called a grain bowl when Landon stopped beside his table.

She was athletic, a year above him, and possessed the kind of physical confidence that ca from a body that had been consistently asked to perform and always delivered. Her Shade was present but unremarkable from this distance. It wasn’t suppressed or particularly dense. It was just there.

"Why are you still here," she finally said.

Her voice was loud enough to carry across the neighboring tables. She wasn’t shouting, but she had enunciated her words clearly for an audience.

It wasn’t a threat. To Ash, it sounded more like a person saying a bag of chips was expired. The hunger stirred once inside him, a brief, cold ripple of interest. It found nothing worth the effort in Landon’s Shade and went still again. He was still full enough from Leon that Landon didn’t register as a al. She was just a closed shop when he was looking for sowhere to eat.

Ash took another bite of the grain bowl. It was dry and tasted of salt and unidentifiable fiber.

Landon was still waiting for sothing. She was looking for a flinch, a verbal response, or any signal that the interaction had landed where she aid it. When he gave her nothing but the sound of chewing, she moved on. She rejoined her table with the ease of soone who looked like they didn’t need an answer to begin with.

At the table, one removed from his, Azure had gone very still. Her Shade had pulsed outward, warm and sudden. It was a protective flare that Ash could feel without reacting to it. She didn’t say anything. She was looking at her food still, deciding whether she should act or let Landon be.

Ash finished the rest of the grain bowl. It was slightly better than yesterday’s al.

Seth found him on the dormitory’s second-floor landing, which had a window that looked out over the training fields and a ledge wide enough to sit on if you didn’t mind the drop on the other side. Ash had been sitting there for twenty minutes watching the evening training rotations move through their patterns with the abstract interest of soone watching weather.

Seth leaned against the opposite wall. He didn’t say anything for a while.

This was a thing Seth did. He arrived, found a spot in a room, and settled into it without much noise. Most people who ca looking for Ash brought a conversation and insults with them. Seth brought himself and waited to see what the space required.

"Leon’s been to the ss hall twice this week," Seth said eventually. "Sitting alone. Not badly alone. Just. Quietly."

"Okay," Ash said.

"Wasn’t sure you wanted to know."

Ash looked back at the training fields. A pair of B-Ranks were running a high-intensity combat scenario, their Dominions flickering out and back in the fading evening light like faulty neon signs. He could feel the edges of their Shades from here. They weren’t intruding on his space, but they were present.

"Soone else noticed today," Ash said.

"Landon." Seth said it without inflection. "Yeah, I heard."

"She wasn’t wrong. I am still here."

"That’s not an interesting observation," Seth replied.

"She seed to think it was."

Seth fell quiet again. Out on the field, one of the B-Ranks landed a decisive strike that sent a shower of sparks across the grass.

"People like Landon," Seth said carefully, "only notice things when they beco relevant to their own standing. You weren’t relevant before."

"And now?"

Seth looked at him directly.

"Now sothing happened in the back training yard that I don’t have a full account of," Seth said. "And Leon isn’t the sa person he was a week ago. You’re sitting here watching the training fields like you’re looking for a weakness in the formation."

Ash didn’t look away from the fields.

"You could ask," Ash said.

"I could," Seth agreed.

He didn’t ask.

The evening training rotation finished its cycle and the field lights shifted to standby. Ash felt the east wing Shade from here. Distant and muffled by walls, but present. Still accumulating. Still patient.

He thought about the third door from the stairwell. He thought about the thin line of light underneath it and the years of pressure that had built up behind the wood. It was a biological bomb ticking down in the dark.

Seth pushed off the wall, the movent breaking the stillness of the landing. "The cafeteria closes in twenty minutes. You should go eat sothing that isn’t whatever that grain bowl was."

"It was fine."

"It was structurally similar to gravel, Ash."

Ash got up from the ledge. Around Seth, his hunger was sothing different than quiet. It didn’t feel satiated, but more like it was waiting for a harvest to mature fully before deciding to move.

He hadn’t thought about why that was until this mont.

He didn’t think about it any further. They walked to the cafeteria together.

"So whose footwork did you think was better between the two of them?" Seth asked.

"The shorter one. Even though he lost, he moved better than the person taller than him" Ash responded.

"Good answer."