Kindred were known for their lightening fast speed when they needed it, and Seamus was actually seriously contemplating running into the City. But it would probably be quicker to get to him by car and he nodded, already backing up towards the door and he bolted out of it. He just took Greg's word for all this, because he was the one Seamus trusted the most right now without having Xavier there. Honestly, however, there was no other option to what Greg was saying. What Seamus was feeling inside wasn't a mistake. It was very, very real, and it was getting worse. He didn't know exactly what it was or why, but he was definitely feeling it and he didn't say anything until one of Greg and Xavier's drivers sped up to the door of the manor and Seamus and Greg got inside as quickly as they could.

Greg instructed the driver to speed... but safely, of course. If they got pulled over, they could just mess with the cops mind a bit. Seamus gripped at the arm rest on the door and he felt like his insides were trying to burst out of his skin. If he had a beating heart, it would be beating out of his chest by now. "What happens if we don't get there in time? Does this stop? Does it just cut off?" he asked, voice low and snappish, but only because he was so agitated. They were questions Greg probably wouldn't even have the answers to because Xavier was still alive, and do was Greg... at least technically. "Is this my fault? He was so upset with me. When I told him I couldn't see him anymore, he was hurt. I hurt him, but I thought I was doing the right thing so Jett wouldn't have to bother with me. But Luka's just... he's just... when I'm near him, I feel all his pain. I feel all his hurt. The physical and the emotional, but when I touch him, when he's near me, it's like I can take some of it away. I just don't know how I'm fucking doing it."