It was a sentence that spoke to all of their melancholy, missing people from home. Of course Caleb wished that they were here to fill the quiet corners of their spaces--Beau and Veth to help with research, his sisters, Jester to cheer everyone on, a variable ray of sunshine even on her darkest and quietest days; Fjord and Caduceus for insight, Yasha for the understanding of loss that could never be regained. Yussa. Verin. Astrid and Eadwulf.

When he had arrived here, he had resigned to never seeing any of them again. Then Essek had arrived. Then Molly. Then, even, Lucien. There had been none since then, and Caleb didn't let himself hope that one day, in the wave of newly damned, he would see a familiar face, a flash of color, a voice he knew like his own.

"You and Mollymauk more than suffice," he assured, placing a hand on Essek's elbow briefly. "You are everything to me."