Xevon shook his head lightly before shrugging. “Vincent was staying in a tiny apartment with his wife,” he replied loosely. It wasn’t really his fault that he had believed him. “To be fair, the hotel was just another tourist hub at that point. I didn’t really notice anything different,” he murmured quietly. “Some guy--the hotel manager, Mister V--came up and mentioned how I looked, uh, tired. Offered to upgrade my room and add a few bottles of Champagne. I shouldn’t have done it but I did. Gramps always warned me about drinking,” he let out a dry sigh, letting the silence draw on. It had been a rough few weeks leading up to that point.

The cheating, the squadron, the other poor young woman... everything. It had been a long, long few weeks. He had forgotten about it, largely, since it wasn’t very pertinent information in the hotel with Veles.

But the next question had him hesitating. Did he do the wrong thing? Not at all, he would’ve done the same. But he... had to question what had happened and... knew full well what he had done. While he had no memory of the incident, he knew now.

“No,” Xevon murmured quietly, “but I wasn’t expecting you to come back so soon... or at all. I--” his voice broke off, unwilling to let himself say it out loud. No, he couldn’t admit it.

“I wasn’t prepared,” the man finally said, briefly. “There were two others that came in and he took them too. But it didn’t matter anyways, that lantern wasn’t taking me anytime soon. I tried. I got so angry, so frustrated, that I tried to shove myself into that lantern. She said no.”

Xevon let out a short noise. At the least, Callisto was brave though he had his doubts he would’ve made it far without the living helping him. And that woman. Something about her was... powerful. Much to his own chagrin. There was something she knew that others didn’t.

“More than this?” Xevon echoed dryly before shaking his head, unable to really think before he spoke. The swell of emotion at thinking that he, of all people, deserved more than this was strong. It was full of distaste and disgust at himself. “this is more than I deserve,” he finally stated, his head shaking back and forth. He had killed a woman in anguish, she had no clue who he was. He had ... blown the foot off of a man out of sheer spite. There were countless times he had attacked Veles solely because he wanted to and nothing else.

The man shook his head, turning his head to the woman by the doorway. She wasn’t looking back but he could tell she knew they were awake still.

“You’ll want to get to sleep,” he finally said, dropping the subject. “We all will, but you more than others. You were injured gravely, I know you need to rest.”

His eyes turned back to the woman, watching her and waiting for the moment she was going to slip away and take a break. He felt wired, as if sleep was far away and nowhere nearby.

Xevon shook his head lightly. Deserve more? No. Not at all. But that was not something he was going to talk about. If Callisto believed it, he would let him. But he would only let him believe it, that was all. There wouldn’t be anything more than sheer belief.

His chest lifted and fell before he shook his head. “The dead need no sleep,” he murmured shortly. Not to mention the adrenaline running through his system. He hadn’t felt like this since--

The thought was cut off quickly. He knew. He knew exactly the last time he had felt like this. But now, somehow, it was worse. He wasn’t with a squadron of men who all knew the exact same training.

He had a scary woman who had some sort of blood of something coursing through her veins, Callisto in a suit, poor Lily and the absolute brain-dead knob of a meat shield that hung around her. Ugh, that kid was absolutely infuriating. Sure, go in, just start asking about his family and if he had any plans after this.

That was smart.

Was he a bit harsh? Maybe. But he was furious with the light-hearted reaction to what was really going on. It was survive or die. And Xevon knew full well that he wouldn’t be joining them when he died. He’d just get the opportunity to wander this place instead of the hotel.

Lovely.

It wasn’t long after he had settled down that Alma had stood up, looked at him and nodded briefly. The man stood up and made his way to the doorway. He didn’t even sit down, he just stood there, silently. He was on guard, on watch, his post would be kept until he was relieved.

He had survived once. He would survive again.

Finn mumbled ever so quietly as Lily stirred, his head resting in the curve of his own wing. His chest lifted and fell a couple times, settling down again.

Xevon's eyes looked out at the distance, his shoulders squared. His heart was racing in his chest as he took in his own thoughts one at a time. He was going to be fine, so would they. He was determined on that fact. It was all going to be fine. He was alive and he wasn't going to lose his mind or himself. He had more feelings than just the powerful sway of despair and the burning swell of hatred. The fear of death was now fresh, not to mention the fact he had to reorient himself with limbs again. Legs and wings, no matter how hard he tried he still tripped over himself occasionally. His nose crinkled at the thought of having to remember to breathe.

His red eyes swiveled at the sound of Callisto's voice breaking the morning silence. "Didn't need to," he stated with a firm nod. The strange thing was that he didn't feel hungry. A part of him was wondering if the same physics that applied in the hotel applied in this world. It lead him to wonder if this world was a part of the rest of the godly world--whichever one Veles was originally from.

It made sense if Veles had rose to power and destroyed the rest of the world around him.

So if he was dead, it would be safe to assume, that perhaps the remaining gods around would come out of hiding.

"We need to get moving," Xevon added with a loose noise and stepped toward the doorway. "We're just wasting time now."

Xevon shook his head lightly. He understood--to some degree--that at this point in time, it was best to think of them as civilians. And whatever Alma was. He still wasn't convinced that she wasn't just a god in hiding or whatever. There was no possible way that she was just a human. There was no way. He was just human. Not anymore but he had been.

But the others hadn't had what little training he did. They hadn't gone through everything. A sense of responsibility rested on his shoulders, even if he couldn't really explain it well enough for Callisto to understand. Callisto hadn't been around for any of the great wars, good grief, Xevon doubted he even knew what a car was--let alone a plane.

Finn was rather happy with being asleep. It was relatively dreamless and peaceful for that matter. He could forget where he was, what he was doing and get sleep at the same time. He really didn't stir at all until she shook his arm in which he took in a small breath.

"Y'know he wouldn't," Finn murmured softly, slowly stretching out with a faint noise. "Ma might but he wouldn't."

Speaking of the woman, Alma raised an eyebrow as the pair came in. Callisto and then, ducking to step inside, Xevon. "We need a plan," she stated firmly, noting Xevon's hesitation. "A solid plan of where we're going. We're lost, right now and unfortunately, we have no map, we have no compass. So what is our plan?"