Meanwhile, back at the hotel room--

"...where's Mordred?"

".................Zoe and Anita are on that."

He does not have the most reassuring look on his face. In fact he most resembles a deer caught in headlights.

"............oh."

He is. Surprisingly calm, all things considered, given that everyone he cares about except Oswald is DEAD.

You get used to it, he guesses.

Oswald might be taking it worse than Lev actually. He is supposed to do something about the new moon but instead he is going to collapse next to the bed and cry.

Lev pats him.

"It... gets easier?" he attempts.

He has been not processing this for like two hours now and now he's doing all that at once.

"I know -- I don't know why -- it's just -- I can't stop--"

And then words more thoroughly fail him.

Araari is kind of still not processing this. “They drove him to the cliffs,” she tells Lev. “Two hours ago. He was tied up. That’s all we know. Now you know it too.” She sounds very detached. It’s remarkable, how vivid a picture such little information can paint.

Lev should NOT be having the feeling that he never even got to kiss Mordred. This is NOT the important part of this situation. But it is the part he is thinking about.

Whenever he loved other people who are DEAD he at least got to kiss them first.

Oswald has managed to get ahold of himself and quit crying on Lev about someone who is arguably much more Lev's friend than his. "Sorry," he says, in the hopes that this will convey whatever he needs to convey.

"It's fine. It happens."

Does he mean "Oswald crying" or does he mean "everyone Lev cares about dying"? Yes.

Meanwhile--

When Anita and Zoe arrive at the cliffs, they're deserted. They can see footprints the wind hasn't quite swept away-- four people came here and only three of them left.

Nononono.

Zoe looks down from the cliffs and along them.

They should probably take some pictures of the boot prints in case they need those later. And then check the cliffs and any way down to check the nearby water for bodies.

Zoe lets Anita take the pictures. She's going down to the water to look for Mordred.

Is there a path? There's probably no path. She fastens a rope to the sturdiest looking thing at the top of the cliff and to herself and starts to climb down.

"Um," says a very familiar voice, from behind them. "Hi?"

Zoe is very surprised to find Mordred above her.

So surprised, in fact, that she falls.

"I'm sorry -- fuck --"

"Mordred! I-- You're okay!?"

"I. Think so? I did not drown. Or I did but then I didn't die from it which cashes out to okay, I think. I'm sorry."

Anita pokes her head over the cliff to check out what's going on.

Mordred is on the cliff with her, his hair and clothes still wet. Zoe appears to have fallen but not very badly.

"That you, Mordred?"

Zoe begins to haul herself back up the rope. Lucky that it was there to catch her.

"Yes. Yes it is. Hi. I'm very sorry about -- all of the everything."

"Well, four for the reporter. Didn't expect to find you here all in one piece."