And Holden and Dragonetti are still in Rome. They have the very atmosphere they wanted, and they're not here to take advantage of it. I wish I knew why.
Razvan, Rolf, Amadeo and I have done our best, trying to calm the masses. It's not so easy, but we managed to stop some violence. Thomas as well. And Astrid, bless her. And there's a concert tonight. I hope it restores a least some sense of normalcy. London has always been a buzzing, busy place. But the streets just seem...dead. And where they aren't, the activity isn't activity you'd want to see. I want to end this. Now.
Also? I want a nap, and something to eat, goddammit.