The morning air was not light. Calling it heavy felt inaccurate, but it was not the same either. Doyoon adjusted his direction at the building entrance and started walking. The destination was set, but he did not hurry.
The spacing of the pavement blocks was even. Signals changed on schedule. Matching the pace of those ahead was easy. He did not stop. There was no reason to.
Street sounds arrived separately. Traffic, voices on calls, doors opening. None drowned the others out. Orderly noise did not demand judgment.
He crossed the intersection. People moved at the same time from the opposite side. Paths crossed without collision. Choices were already aligned. At this density, they always were.
A reflection of his movement skimmed past a glass window. It did not linger. It showed only as much as needed. No confirmation followed.
A new sign stood by the road. It had not been there before. Doyoon did not read it. Changes in information rarely arrived in time to matter.
He did not take out his phone. There were no messages to check. A state that required no checking should have felt easy. Before, it had.
As he walked, an unfinished judgment followed. The sensation was clear but vague. He did not push it away. There was no reason to.
He entered the next block. The atmosphere did not change much. This time, that sameness was not enough.
The external work space was quiet. The quiet felt like a result, not an intention. No access record was required. Doyoon opened the door and stepped inside.
The temperature was steady. Notices on the wall kept old dates. Updates did not seem necessary. The place was not urgent.
Several documents lay on the table. They were organized. The order was correct. Nothing seemed missing. He did not pick them up. There was no need.
Two chairs stood there. One empty, one with traces of use. The traces would fade quickly. He did not sit. Standing was sufficient.
Light came through the window. Its angle differed from the hospital's. The difference appeared, then faded. There was no reason to compare.
Here, judgment should have ended. There was no risk, no point of intervention. External work spaces were usually like this. Check and leave.
He did not leave immediately. He did not look for a reason to stay. The choice to remain came first. Reasons did not follow.
Footsteps sounded outside the door and moved away. No one entered. The absence required no record.
He touched the edge of the table. The cold surface registered clearly. It left nothing behind.
Nothing happened here either. The sentence held. Only its range had widened.
Outside, a short movement sequence followed. A narrow passage, a few steps, the street again. The connection was smooth. Smoothness created speed.
Doyoon went down the steps without looking around. This was a section that did not require attention. His pace stayed even. He did not touch the rail.
Street sounds returned. They resembled those from Part I, but were not the same. He did not sort the difference. He did not spend time on it.
Movement was where judgment lagged the most. One could not stay, yet could not say it was finished. Movement always lingered in between.
He waited for the next signal. It changed on schedule. He crossed without looking first. There was no need.
Nothing happened.
The sentence followed even during movement. Changing places did not remove it. He did not hold onto it. Holding on would slow him down.
Doyoon kept walking. The external work space was already behind him. Street and passage merged. Boundaries blurred, leaving only the fact of blur.
He did not think the day's movement had ended. The judgment that it had ended arrived the latest.