Deion had done his best to act normal over the past five days, but it was no use - he just couldn't get what Lizzie had shown them out of his head. And the mundane tasks he'd been assigned to all week - today was cleaning duty in the efficiency unit's showers - had only highlighted the mindboggling disconnect between the Paragon he'd thought he'd known, and what was really happening underneath it all. He felt sick and restless and powerless and just so incredibly mad.
He thrust the mop into the bucket with a little more force than was strictly necessary, the murky water splashing to the floor in every direction. And then, for the thousandth time that day, he wiped it up, taking with it all the filth and grime that'd built up on tile. What he wouldn't give to be able to really clean up Paragon so easily.
Sighing, Deion glanced at his watch. It was time for a break.