[ Unsurprising. Ephemera never liked Felix. The man had a way of sucking the air out of the room, demanding all the oxygen for himself. Even the other mercs hadn't liked him, only tolerated him. And now Felix is dead. Ephemera wonders if he ought to feel something about that. He doesn't, really. Felix was a means to an end.

He'd respected Locus, though, in a vague sort of way. And now he knows the man isn't dead. ]

I didn't know Locus. Not...as a person. But I respected him. He was fair.

[ As fair as anyone in their profession could be, at least. ]

I thought about going back to the Insurrection for a bit. I had friends there. And they did...they tried. Most of them tried like hell. But it went wrong last time.

[ His causes always seem to go wrong. ]

And sometimes I think about going back to Chorus. Trying to make things right. But I doubt they'd want to see me again.