"All of them," he repeated again, and held up his hand. "You, me, are Trickster and Piper still around?" He couldn't remember if he'd caught glimpses or if he'd imagined them. "'Course they would, aye, just like 'em too. Even if we could get things done ourselves, Cold and me," he added, aloud, to himself.

But he agreed with Cold. There was a value in reconnecting again; no matter what they did, they were always stronger in numbers. The Rogues were practically indestructible -- except from themselves, of course.

Now he leaned out of the reflection, arms crossed, gesturing with a hand that kept shaking.

"Ya know where they are? I dinna remember when last I saw hide or hair of either."