[Stoneface glances at Phoenix sharply, surprised at how the man seems to be able to smell his way through the crime scene. There's something disturbingly familiar about it, and the same something tells him that it's not a good idea to question his sense of smell. He stands directly behind Bastet, staring down at the blood pooling in Truth's chest and can't help but think of Justice, and Blood, and the rest who had known the man.]

Not human, huh. That's another one, then. It's not like the deaths of Fallen and his household, though. [He bends down, now, taking a look at the objects surrounding Truth. What he supposes is their evidence. He looks at Phoenix.] Phoenix, is there any way you can tell if the crayon box belonged to Truth to begin with?