Benedict stares at him a moment, his eyes going distant as he tries to decide how to answer that: more than anything, it's hard to tell, what with his body devouring itself and all that. But eventually, he shakes his head.

"Octavius was there," he explains in a rasp, "when they found us. He did something... stabilizing. I think." His memory's foggy, to say the least.
"Gela and Orlov," he continues, "they made it?"