[ It's what he expected to hear, really.

He did expect to be angrier about it, but laid out that way, in that tone -

Zerxus sighs, too, weary and ragged as he lets his head knock back against the wall. Besides him, Tempus - noble saviour of his communicator - nuzzles into his shoulder. ]

Right. Should I just - wait until the week has passed, to ask again? Is that robbing him of days outside of that cage, or sparing him the dread of what's to come? Would it hurt him, to be dead for that long?

[ He hasn't felt this lost since - well, since waking up here, frankly, but before that it had been a while. ]