The Herald had sent him into a dreamed future that never happened, one where he'd been a Venatori prisoner so long that he'd expected to die there. These spirits are taking the faces of real people who haunt his nightmares, to blame him. It's hard to say which is worse. Fuck spirits, actually.

You killed us all.

"I'm fine," he says, though his jaw works, briefly, before he goes on, "She was a real woman, back home. I didn't know anything here could do something like this. And if it's happening here, it'll be happening everywhere in this goddamned castle."

To everyone. He glances upwards, as if he could see through the ceiling to what kind of danger the others may be in.