Gaius doesn't even remember most of his siblings. They'd been a big family when his father died, and he'd been the youngest. He doesn't remember those early deathbeds and funerals, when illness and injury had claimed their lives, but he does remember later, as he grew older, how very early he'd been introduced to the immediacy of death. None of them, though, had been as bad as the violent death of his eldest brother. He'd never recovered from it, and here, there had been times when he'd wondered if it might be better just to join him.

Except he never would join him, because his brother had been denied burial, and his restless spirit could not cross the Styx. And whatever rites his family performed, whatever justice Gaius sought for his death, that could never be undone.

It had been so long since he'd seen his brother's face that he almost wishes he could see the visions again, but he cannot, so he tries to shake off the lingering sense of temptation, and refocuses on Kate Kelly.

"I am feeling less unwell now," he says. "How are the others?"