There was suddenly a lot to unpack here. More than he had thought there would be. Lucanis took a breath, although the gesture did not calm Spite much in his mind while he tried to gather his thoughts around him.

"We usually do." With Rook around, but that was a whole different issue. "There is a time discrepancy between us, somehow. The last I remember, we had just returned from Tearstone Island after killing Ghilan'nain and—" Harding was dead, Neve was gone, Rook was... "Mierda. You remember none of it?"