Amsu had seen a lot of gruesome stuff in his lifetime. The pictures she hands him make bile rise in the back of his throat for a second. He nods when she mentions the pattern the pattern. He wonders if they where found in a certain place in the city, if they're trying to tell something with location as well. He takes the paper from her with the brand on it.<br/><br/>He had seen it, somewhere. But where? His mind is clouded over by long years of sleeping. He closes his eyes, trying to bring up that symbol in his memory. He sighs in frustration a minute later when nothing comes forward from the vast recesses of his mind. "I am sorry Lily. I may have come across at some point but I do not remember now. Nor about it's meaning."<br/><br/>He shakes his head, trying to clear the cob webs from his mind. He gives her a look that says just how much he wishes he could be more helpful. It isn't until she leans back into her own seat that Amsu notices how close they where. He flips through the pictures again. No common features other than the mark. Blood type maybe? "It's possible," he murmurs, getting a sinking feeling that someone was already here.