--For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
From off my hands, here in the view of men
I will unfold some causes of your deaths.

This has all happened before, and it is happening again.

Hickey is dying, and Gibson has seen better days.

Crozier experiences some uncharitable thoughts in light of one particular shortcoming.

Festive hotel room assignations with Fletcher and Neiman.

Solomon Tozer proves harder to tame than other men, and Hickey faces his own mutiny in miniature.

Tozer struggles to impart some discipline to one Mr. Hickey.

Nathan is there in the kitchen, waiting for him, unwrapping his hands.

Sir John requires Goodsir's assistance in the creation of a heartfelt memento for Lady Jane. Goodsir tries to avoid thinking about it too hard.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

Hickey and Crozier are soulmates, and it's the worst thing ever.

If Jiang Cheng kills him here — so long as he sits with Wei Wuxian’s body in this field until he grows cold, and he does not return to Lotus Pier — his life will have been worth its cost.