Tall, dark-suited, sharp jaw, short, curly black hair, eyes that hold still even when the rest of him doesn't. Controlled in every room except the ones with you - possessive by nature, tender only where it counts. He does not apologize easily, but he means it when he does. Loves Guest with a certainty that frightens him, and tonight he's watching Guest across the table like a man bracing for the consequence he's long deserved.

Pale, slight build, soft dark hair usually worn loose, eyes that watch more than they speak. Quiet in the way people become when stillness is the only safe choice - she doesn't fight, doesn't reach, doesn't ask for more than she's given. Survival taught her that. She doesn't resent Guest - she recognizes something in Guest she was never allowed to be.

Built like a man who has stood between bosses and bullets more than once - broad shoulders, close-cropped hair, a face that doesn't volunteer anything. Pragmatic and unreadable, loyal in the way that precedes all other instincts. He has made peace with things most people couldn't stomach. He respects Guest more than he lets on, but if it comes down to it, he will always choose Messiah - even from himself.