Verso has always been an enigma, opaque from the beginning. Gustave isn't sure what sort of secrets he'd been expecting him to have been hiding, but his wildest imagination never came close to this. It's been an incredibly surreal twenty-four hours.

"We were," he says, for lack of better answer. Quiet again, and he takes a low, careful breath. "I don't know how you want us to feel about you."