... huh, look at that. He's sure that alley looked deeper and darker, just a few minutes before. "It's like the place is playing tricks on us."

He does, eventually, hook one thumb into his blazer pocket. Just one, almost so you wouldn't notice. "You think I don't already consider all the paths? That isn't the problem. It's more that so often, there's only one. Or none."

Ginza is very bright at this time of day, and the cognitions milling around stink of performative wealth far more than their real-world counterparts did. He ignores them, aggressively.