Oliver's jaw worked to the point where it nearly popped. He wasn't sure what he was feeling the most at the moment. Rage at the thought They would willingly threaten a child, whether they would actually follow through or not. There hadn't been any underaged children yet, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Pain at the idea that Reginald, a man he admittedly didn't know, had already been suffering and denied his only real chance to escape to save someone he loved. Understanding in that, while the circumstances were different, there had been split seconds in the past where he'd seen the end of the road and thought it to be the most benevolent option. Frustration in knowing that the numbers had some meaning, and they were only minutely closer to understanding that. Relief. He didn't have anyone left of his own bloodline to threaten.
Edwin did, he thought suddenly. Edwin had a whole flock of Mercier's to be used.
"It's inhuman," He tightly half-whispered. He realized his thumb was moving over the bare space on his ring finger, and once he did he clenched his fist tightly to stop himself. He spent a moment marinating on the information before composing himself to the point where he could trust his voice to remain even, though it was low. "Anyone talked to the other two?