"...Murders?" echoed Alexei softly, leaning forward.

He frowned.

"It wasn't a murder, Yevgen- they didn't get you."

Alexei thought maybe Volgin's equilibrium hadn't fully returned after the shock to his system. Was he confused, and referring to the attempts on his own life, or was he referring to-

Lynx's lips slackened briefly.

"We spoke about the boy, Zhenya," he said, quietly, inclining his head and meeting the monolith's eyes. "Don't you remember?"