Marcus shrugged, looking down at his hands as they bothered each other in his lap. “I don’t know,” he admitted. Lex breathed out a whisper of a sigh and looked straight up at the ceiling. “I remember that we were on the ground floor of the tower and when that noise started again, he<span style="font-style: italic">screamed</span>and then-”<br/><br/>“-And then the building got destroyed,” Lex finished flatly, tucking his arms beneath the pillow that his head was resting on. His legs crossed at the ankles, and he let himself stretch out on the bed. “Dicen will be fine; he<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>fine.”<br/><br/>Marcus looked up, but his hands still worried each other, picking at his nails and the cuticles around them. Even out of his periphery, Lex could tell that that had been going on for a while. The skin around his nails was red, torn up, swollen, like Marcus had been dwelling on his anxiety for hours on end. “What makes you so sure?” he asked defensively, and for a second Lex could’ve forgotten that Marcus was the one who was so far against the idea of waking Dicen up in the first place.<br/><br/>Lex shrugged as best he could in his prone position. “He just<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>, alright?” Lex half-pleaded as an end to the conversation. Elias wasn’t going to hurt Dicen, and it wasn’t going to do anyone any good worrying about him. Come to think of it, Elias didn’t seem exactly keen on hurting<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>of them. He’d restored Lex’s sight, he’d been careful to avoid hurting Blue and even bandaged her leg, and somehow he’d even been benevolent enough not to kill Marcus in spite of what Lex imagined was a very colorful string of swears when they first met.<br/><br/>No, Elias had a game plan and they were all pawns. Now Lex just had to figure out what that game plan was, and why they were important enough to keep around. But in the meantime, they just needed to relax and recuperate.<br/><br/>Marcus hummed, obviously dissatisfied with the answer that he got. He was gracious enough to take it at face value though, and he turned to Blue instead. “The fuck happened to you?” he asked, jerking his chin in the direction of her leg.<br/><br/>“She got stabbed,” Lex answered for her, idly rolling his head along the pillow to look down at Blue’s leg. It was wrapped so neatly, like whoever had done it had gone through great care to make sure that it wasn’t too tight or too loose, that she could still move, that it had room to breathe. He made a noise of disdain in the back of his throat and looked back up at the ceiling.<br/><br/>And then suddenly Marcus was on him.<br/><br/>Lex blinked once, twice, then three times as he registered his brother’s face just mere inches from  his own. “...can I help you with something?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.<br/><br/>Marcus held his brother’s face in both hands, turning it from side to side and scrutinizing it carefully. “Okay so… what the fuck happened to<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>?”<br/><br/>Lex shrugged. “I guess I can see again,” he supposed. He knew he should’ve been more grateful, or more excited, or more<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>but he couldn’t. Elias had given him his sight back, and after the way that the consciousness was swept out of him earlier, Lex had a sinking feeling that he could sweep his sight away just as easily. It made him sick, but not nearly as sick as he felt having been given something so precious from such a terrible individual anyway.