Owen listened without interruption, trying to reconcile everything Reginald was telling them. He had absolutely no reason not to believe the other man, and he stared down at his bracelet. 4091ACO1. One proven match? He didn't want to believe that They had told Reginald the truth, but he did. It made sense, in a fucked up way. This whole place was fucked up, but they already knew that, didn't they?
"It's not a burden," Owen said, looking back up at Reginald. "You were right to tell us. I don't think that's something that any of us would have ever figured out. It seems to damn big to be a lie. I'm just sorry They put you through that." Owen took a breath and looked at Cecilia. He didn't know how this could help them, but it was something.