"No, not all of them," Hecate said, taking a sip of the coffee - and the heat of it was the sharpest indication yet that she was once again in the physical world. "Hecuba led me to their home," she began to explain, setting the coffee down to cool a few more moments. "A half-drowned place, it was, and the youngest one stepped out of that house, and fed Hecuba a sausage. He did not pull the trigger, and he shed tears that it was pulled at all. Him, I spared."