Dark eyes narrowing and turning momentarily from Kenzie and Iliya and that horrible chalkboard, Casper only needs a moment to understand what he's missed. He pulls his journal out of his back pocket and opens it and flips until he finds the page with the strange writing and that persistent pine needle smell. He reads, the truth and the gravity of Kenzie's quiet words settling in as he does so. The others are gone. Like Ulysses had been gone. But it doesn't sound like Brother expects any of them to come walking back out again.

He lowers his eyes for a moment and pushes back his dark hair. "Fuck." The word comes out almost like a snarl because being angry comes much more easily to him than being worried or being afraid or being uncertain. And none of that will help him do what needs to be done anyway. He forces himself to look up again and meets Iliya's gaze before answering sternly, "...No. I don't think so."