"Supposedly it's a little violence to keep this place from breaking out into a war. Like letting pus out a wound to give it a chance to heal, or something." Venus sounds as unconvinced in what she's saying as Megan sounds believing. She runs her hands up the back of her neck and links her fingertips into the base of her hair, face scrunched slightly as she considers what she can say-

-remembers the brand coming down on her face, the trash bag, the broken rips, spitting blood-

-and swallows. "A politician here might be able to explain the logic behind it, because I can't find much."