Patroclus finally gave up his on-handed grip on his water glass, draining it and putting it aside. That way he could turn fully to Roxanna, taking both her hands in his.
"It was my fault he was there to begin with," he said, refusing the praise. "I was the one who took Hybris' hotel away. She wanted an outlet for the rage she used to take out on the people in her murder hotel. I have dreams about all of it. Mostly though it's the- I dream about the pins. She heated them up and- She put them under my fingernails." He held up his hands, which did indeed still look pretty messed up. "There's more nerve endings in your fingers than almost anywhere."