Once has the pattern of it, it doesn't take long to pick up the clear vials of blood and hair, CL, with a blue marker. What's curious is how closely they're set to John's--the letters and colors don't seem to be in any immediate pattern. "Are they--by date of arrival, do you think?"

How long were they in those glass tubes? Idly, he combs his fingers through his wet hair, but there is no sensitive spot, where it might have been pulled out.

"Trophies, or ingredients," he muses aloud, eying John's sample. The red marker upon it, and others in the rows. If Kieran pulled them through, or if this is something after death--the thought flits through, lands, in the harsh light: did Cael kill this man? Are all of them washing some version of ashore, from the fire he set?