"Unluckily . . ." He said without looking at her "How many . . ?" His voice was weak and he was shaking slightly. He hadn't washed himself, he didn't have a tub and the river would be freezing at this time of night, not worth it. Images flashed through his mind, his assault on Tiberius, but he saved Tri? Nothing made sense. Trying to piece it all together wasn't working, there was some kind of block. His breathing was shallow and his muscles ached, but he was alive to his dismay. Because none of the silver entered his heart, no matter how much they pumped into him, he wouldn't die. Have painful heart attacks, yes, but not die. leaning his head back to the wall, he looked up into the darkness.