"Locusts unseated him."

This is delivered in a slow, dawning realization of a tone.

But, probably not the one Illarion is hoping for. Another one. Another completely delusional person. It can't be a coincidence. They're here together for a reason. They're all -

Volk's expression goes pinched and strange, and he looks away.

"Look, it's fine. I'm sure there's a lot to catch up on. I,"

He covers his mouth with his hand, stressed. He needs to get the fuck out of here, he needs air, he really needs to vape - "...should go."