"He... might not be?" Suddenly, Gilbert's face just about fell. He just stared at Enoch under his breath. "How is that possible? How could I survive and not him? He was so strong..." He neglected to mention the other factors that would have led to his death before his brother's. "West..." he said softly. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and he hung his head. The little brother he'd spent centuries raising and watching grow into a powerful nation was presumably now dead. Dead before Gilbert, the ex-nation. He had absolutely no idea how to cope with this situation, or how to even begin reacting to it. However, he already had that weepy sensation in the back of his mind that he was now struggling to hold back.