The private store was still full enough to frighten him by what it could buy.
Felix checked it against the reviewed interval.
Not a lifetime. Not every delayed duty. The finite gap remaining after the damaged channels, slower answers and the garden’s actual cap.
This was charge gathered honestly. The unwilling restoration feed he had refused had stayed refused. Public stores belonged to their own accepted duties. No hidden extra source waited beneath his private name.
The outlet limit remained where it had been at dawn.
He looked at the supervising technician.
“I want to keep it.”
She followed his glance to the deck.
