England had not been like Ko expected, although if he looked back on his thoughts about the place he couldn't have said what, exactly, he'd expected. It seemed a little naive to hope to find a place exactly like Izmaylov, but perhaps he had hoped.
He and Lucine were staying at the hospital, with suited him as much as it worried him. The institution was run by a human, a complicated, not-entirely-human, sure, but Ko was still very uneasy with the idea that Peter had any power at all over any of the deathless. That
any human should have such influence.
Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he was the only human involved, but he wasn't. There were so many of them. Every one of them an issue.
A few days after their arrival, which was also a few days into their search for the human auctioneers, Ko bought it up. He and Lucine were out in the hospital grounds, under a low grey sky and a faint drizzle. Even outside he felt trapped, endangered. "There are so many humans here," he said quietly in Russian to his lady. "Does it worry you?"