"I'm trying to check on everyone," Anders says as he enters, Justice entwined with him, blue and armored and glaring at everything and nothing in particular.

'--filled with fear simply because they now see us when all along we have seen them.,' the spirit is saying as they walk in.

"You don't look that well." Simon doesn't. Anders reaches out to hold the back of his hand to Simon's forehead, get some opinion of how sick he is. They can't really stop or slow down for being ill. He knows that well. But they can at least try to see to each other a little.