"Maybe They got bored with how things were going and decided to mix it up," Owen said dryly. He didn't have to remind himself that They let Simms die. Given everything They were capable of, Owen was sure they could have helped the guy if they'd wanted to. His mind was still on Simms when Oliver began to speak about him, as if he'd been able to read Owen's mind. Admittedly, it took a moment or two for the words to really sink in. Simms is alive.
"Wait." Owen stopped abruptly, hand gripping his bag strap so tight his knuckles turned white. "What the fuck did you just say?" His brain was having a hard time computing that and he held up his hand, brows furrowed together. "Did you just say Simms was alive?"