"Right," Glitch agreed, although his tone wasn't completely confident. He knew the concepts were all related but the jumble in his head wasn't letting them come together. It was the cold, he decided, freezing his synapses. "Inertia counts, of course."

The fact that the door was green brought a smile to Glitch's face. It was his favorite color, as the emeralds the old City's streets had been paved with, as the forested hillsides rising above his mother's estate, as the decorative shrubbery growing over the doorway--

"It's...a nice place," he declared firmly, with the air of someone who knew from bad places and was appreciative of the nice ones. Glitch glanced at up at Cain, a smile just tugging the corners of his mouth. "I'm glad you found somewhere nice."