He shifted, letting his head fall into his hands, as he gripped at the strands of his hair. He was silent as he listened to her words, trying to focus on them. He remembered feeling as if he had no place in politics, as if he shouldn't care, these past few years; when he used to feel that everyone needed to try and enforce change. He remembered the Order and what they stood for.
"How many from the Order have begun to remeber? You and Hestia...is there anyone else?"