"Census. Like people have written down the names of everyone else who is here?" Now that was of great interest to him. Connor was there, so he had to wonder about if some other names might have popped up that he'd recognize. Desmond didn't know what to expect, but how could he? This was all fucking insane. He doesn't know what to make of the whole group contribution part. That's what the Assassins did in their little community, but it was not the healthiest of situations. He left for good reasons.

He rubbed a hand against his eyes, sighing. "This is all just ...." There was really no word for it. Nothing that wasn't a stream of curses. But he was breathing. Jury's still out on whether that's a good thing. "How long has this thing been going, and do you know anything about whether people have talked about this being purgatory?"