"Someone's been recording their activity. Raids, but also... other things." His mouth thins into a tight, disapproving line for a second - those are things he doesn't even want to talk about. He goes to chew on his thumbnail, stops - he's trying to quit biting his nails - and tugs on the agate hamsa he wears instead, tucking it under his lip, an anxious habit. "They went out randomly through the CiD, a few months ago - um, not just our cohort, but others. I don't know if you got any. The first was in Ruudary."

Leaving that one off would be tempting, but - it's not about him. He hasn't forgotten that most of the others never came out of that jail. So instead he talks about it clinically, like it happened to someone else, like he saw it on his CiD like everyone else did.

He opens his mouth, closes it. "But maybe this isn't the first time they use it." Maybe it's just the first one either of them has heard of, which makes sense if they're blacking out communication during raids, but surely he would have heard, he knows all these people...