Here. The Tower. Jrusar. The house in Rexxentrum. That effort was always beautiful and careful and thoughtful, led by Caleb. Essek understood why, understood that longing; it was the thing he feared losing when his own darkened truths came to light. But Caleb was there to make sure he had a place, that this whole band of misfits and criminals had a place.

And being in Hell changed nothing.

If his hands weren't busy holding a boxed beating heart, he might have kissed him.

"I wish I could fill that home with everyone that you are missing," he said softly. "But for now, I hope Mollymauk and I can suffice."