Zerxus very pointedly pretends that he does not notice. He is dealing with this armour, you know, it's very complicated and heavy.

"If more people had that priority, we'd be less crowded." It's wry, but there's...a much deeper, darker well of weariness in there. A devil probably shouldn't sound that damned sad about how many souls were snared by hell's flames. "Right now, I'm trying to learn enough to make a decent report and buy us some time. We won't solve this in a day."

He almost doesn't want to, but he isn't thinking about that.

"Whoever did this was very skilled in some kind of magic - but a lot of that's going to depend on if it came from my side or yours. Or both, working together, after some earlier contact. Do you know if that's happened, communication between your plane - or realm, or world, I don't know - and another place?"