He'd only caught the soul, put it back in the body before it could go anywhere, so Red's still with Maggie, but he feels the attention like they're standing next to one another.

Trevor decided to make his move. And I caught you.

There's no emotion along with it: no reassuring warmth, not anger, no frustration. It's in his voice, but that's it. It's not safe for him to do more right now. Especially not while everything's so *fucking* volatile.

The Admiral's got you again; it was only a quick interruption. But it was quick enough that the afterlife here was able to snatch people.

The silence where he wants to scream.

Most people. I'll explain more when you're back on board. You and Maggie want a lift?

"I'm just sad," is his answer. Not disappointed, or angry, or even impressed; people had trusted Trevor over the years, helped him, giving him things and getting him things, and saw helping him as a way of helping inmates. He'd betrayed that trust, that of the inmates and that of those who'd helped him, but certainly not out of a desire to betray. If only it was that simple.

That doesn't make it better, but it means John's fighting his own emotions as much as anything else for the second time in as many weeks.

"Everyone relying on the Admiral for their current living existence just got that disconnected. And because we're in a port," there's a touch of heat to that, "the realm that holds the dead grabbed them."

If he'd had every one of them marked somehow, had his sign on them, if he'd made sure to claim them before all of this-

No. No, there are reasons he hadn't done that. And those still stand, however upset he is now.

"There's a gateway down a few floors, a pond that connects to it, since the hole from one to the other is on the Barge."