"Yeah. The more money they have, the meaner the security is. You can't get into the good places."

Tetsuo looks back up, watching the soft clouds of petals directly above them.

"Cities here don't have 'em... there's rich places and poor places, but not like Neo Tokyo." He barely ever said that name anymore. It felt like something fragile, like a secret that he'd lose if he dared talk about it. But now... he barely even thought about it, and the words were there, narrating his thoughts aloud.

Something should still feel weird about that. And maybe it does, but only briefly.

"You can still head out somewhere if they don't let you in the Porters."