The tense line of Gideon's body relaxes slightly at the response. Whatever else is true of their current condition, Felix is still alive. It means more to him than he can express to know the White-Eyed Lady has only claimed one of them--and of her choices, she selected the man better fit for her embrace.

Perhaps they haven't yet found his body; it might be some time, considering where it happened. Perhaps Felix was dragged into this half-death before he was informed. Macabre though the thoughts might seem to someone else, Gideon is curious to know how things proceeded after his part in the play was finished.

:I don't think you'll like the answer.: He watches Felix with dark, solemn eyes, wishing he could reach out for his hand. As ghosts go, however, he's all ragged edges and weary isolation, a bearer of ill news rather than a lover's touch. :And I think you can guess what it is.: