He looks at his hands curled in his lap. They’re shaking. “It was a green fog. It felt like a stain. Even after showering, I can feel it. I couldn’t breathe.” He shakes his head and sets his hands in his lap again, clearly restless. “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.”