There’s something about the mechanics of how everything fits together, all that energy fluttering from computer to computer, that feels almost beautiful. Yes, beautiful. He knows he shouldn’t feel any positive feelings right now, not with what’s happening out there, still so much unknown—how many explosions, however many injured or dead—but he can’t help it; he’s excited, and the feeling seems to pervade the room, people running left and right just to give their energy somewhere to go. That’s what Arjun needs. His nerves need an outlet,
