Elijah closed his eyes briefly, but then nodded. "No other tragedies. Just how we left and the wolves grew strong again and everyone celebrated."

Which was completely true, though his voice was back to that detached place as he let the numbness seep back in, walling himself off from turbulent emotions. It wasn't turning them off--what was left of his humanity was still there, but it eased the volatility, helped him think.

Usually, he preferred it. Right now he just felt cold.