What is this? What's - What's this wrinkle in the game? There have been some who have seemed to suffer illusions of things they wished for. So perhaps this is that. Perhaps some perverse, deranged part of his soul has dreamed up a fantasy in which Alexandrie cried for him. He's thought of it lately - as he's watched her with red eyes, weeping for her Vint - so perhaps that's what summoned this up. But -

But. No. This isn't something strange for Lexie. She recognizes it. She knows it intimately. This is hers. Maybe real - maybe not - maybe a true memory, maybe just something she wished for - but regardless. There's some part of her that mourns it all. Everything that happened between them. And he feels -

Revulsion. Or maybe that's not the right word. She doesn't disgust him, exactly - that's not really it - But in the midst of all that self-pity, wondering why didn't she cry for me?, he never considered the consequences of her having done so. And the consequences are that it is revolting that he did that to her. It is revolting that she was brought down to that debased level.

Maybe. Or maybe it's none of that at all. Maybe he feels sick for other reasons. He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything. Why did he survive Ghislain?

"So," he says. And nothing else.