He's seated in the bedroom by the window performing his near nightly perusal of the network when he sees the announcement. It's strange, the feeling that washes over him. He'd thought himself incapable of it, inured to it by the march of centuries. This place has awakened things in him for good and ill.

He stares at the screen a moment before turning off the phone and setting it aside. Foot traffic outside the window catches his eye but not his full attention.

He's willing to sit with the heaviness, allow it to permeate him and settle into all the long empty hollows. The man in question would doubtless not wish it, but after his own loss a couple of weeks prior to this disappearance and the state he'd found him in, he believes he's at least understand.