That does, admittedly, take some of the wind out of Wriothesley's sails. It's not something his Iudex has ever said to him - it's always seemed like the events that occurred decades before were glossed over, swept under the rug. He looks off into the distance, his eyes swirling with the Primordial Sea before snapping back to his usual ice blue before he nods. "I'm glad you can admit it. It can't change the facts, but I appreciate the honesty."

Neuvillette looks so solemn, so official, it's clear this weighs on him. "Sorry for your loss." He doesn't add 'congratulations on the promotion', so he feels like he's being as sensitive as he can manage under the circumstances. "So the Seven are the Six now... I wonder how Her Majesty's feeling about that."