"I suppose that makes the most sense. I wasn't sure if I was allowing my instinct to override my common sense," Qui says. "Let's get moving to the hotel."
"Anything I should expect? That I should be ready for?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Qui says. "Corliss will want you punished for working with the Anarchs and attacking Elysium. It doesn't matter if the charges are true or not—she wants a scapegoat and for whatever reason, you're in the hot seat." He tosses back a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs. "It's for show, mostly for optics purposes, but I was explicitly ordered to keep you in those."
You look at the handcuffs, polished steel gleaming in the light of the passing streetlights. "Almost makes me want to reconsider," you say with a nervous laugh. You slip the cuffs on and snap them closed, leaving ample room for you to escape from them with ease. Pretty much any Kindred could break free from these by force, but the precious seconds it would take could easily mean the end of you in a pitched battle or escape attempt.
"I think we'll do fine," Qui says, keeping his eyes on the road as he draws ever-nearer to the hotel Corliss has chosen for her coronation.
You wish you felt as confident as he does.
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