He looks at his hands curled in his lap. They’re shaking. “[color=746363]It was a green fog. It felt like a stain. Even after showering, I can feel it. I couldn’t [i]breathe[/i].[/color]” He shakes his head and sets his hands in his lap again, clearly restless. “[color=746363]That’s, -- I’m done. I’m not going to – It was, uh, Serapis. No, not him – but someone close to him. They said they were going to kill us in Alexandria.[/color]”