[Holland can't really do anything but hand the boy's body over to Abel. He'd seen awful things; he was a nation who had lived through countless conflicts. But this was completely disturbing, and it didn't follow any rules he'd come to understand as being part of the world he existed in. He could hardly dwell on it; it was already leaving him feeling sick inside.

And Cain. . .

If his experience with Mayfield was any indication, they would see the boy again. They might have to go through some hell, a lot of hell, but ultimately, they would all be stuck right back in the town again. They seemed to be pretty valuable to whoever was running the facade. He'll set a hand on Abel's shoulder.]

I'm sorry I couldn't stop it. I know it looks awful now, but it won't change things. You'll likely see him again in the town.

[He hopes, very much, that he's right.]