"No, I mean--" Bene replies, "to have... these." Where have you been, what have you seen in your life to have witnessed such atrocities, is the true question, but he can't quite bring himself to ask it.

A glance to Alexandrie, and he gives a quiet nod, not quite forgiving, more simply allowing her presence without further fuss. He steps back to stand behind Leander, watching him draw with a curious eye, if only because it distracts him momentarily from the horrors before them.

His silence is interrupted by a gasp of both surprise and horror as a specter appears from nowhere and thrusts its sword into his midsection, causing him to recoil momentarily as though the blade were real. A whine-like sound leaves him then, a wordless exclamation of distress and frustration-- Maker, they get him every time.