He, too, raises a glass filled from the pitcher, evidently trusting Remy not to have chosen something terrible. (He doesn't seem like a terrible-beer kind of guy, at least, so that's a bonus point.)

"If there's any chance your fellow might share copies of those as well, I'll take them."

He does like to read. And thankfully, he is content to receive copies. Although he wasn't entirely forthcoming about his motives during the network broadcast, Erik's intent is not to monopolize the Candlelighters in any respect. He considers it only a pet project of sorts—an issue very close to his heart, surely, but a distant second to getting the hell out of here, only something else to work toward in the meantime. (This may change once he learns more of what his alternate-fellows know to be true, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.)

"It's appalling," he says, and clarifies as his glass touches down, "the blood. Targeting those who strive specifically to avoid preying upon others. You have to wonder if the motive behind it wasn't more complex than anyone's cared to assume so far."