Cecilia was glad that Owen had the presence of mind to offer any comfort or consolation to Reginald, because she felt a little sick, and it took a minute to master that reflex. She could take a lot of crap and not bat an eye, didn't flinch away from pus and infection, but this was disgusting. Even if it was a false threat, the fact that it had been made at all was unacceptable.
Her own zero, her supposed worth in Their eyes, meant very little to her. She was numb to it. Owen was only one 'point' higher than she was, and even that was enough to cause her a bit of discomfort. She didn't know anyone else's numbers, or even the slightest bits of anyone else's family history. Jack, though. Jack had a son. Lucia could have been a carrier.
Definitely sick.
Cecilia leaned forward and scrubbed her hands over her face. "No, but I can make subtle inquiries if we decide to go that route." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Personally, I think we're gonna have to tell everyone. I don't like it, it's going to screw with people's heads, but if we don't tell them I'm sure They would make sure everyone finds out. And that we knew, and sat on the information." Leave it to Cecilia to quickly begin to highlight the worst-case scenarios.