"You want to know what happened?" Dremmick cut in. His tone was flat and he cut straight to the point. "You lost control of another person inside you and he took over. If it weren't for Morgan stepping in, Leon could be dead. If it weren't for Drax, Morgan could be dead, and if it weren't for Cilia stepping in, Drax would have grown weary and could have possibly died as well."

He let it sink in while he took a deep breath, trying to regain strength. "But... They all did step in. So nothing happened. Everyone is fine and you have control again." He stood up and started toward his bag. "So perk up. Yeah, it could have been worse, but it wasn't." He lifted his bag up and slung it over his shoullder placing the bag part behind him. 

"I have a bad feeling about that call back from the Jailers. I fear we may already be too late."