They were, arguably, the last ones to run an intervention -- at least, together they were. Rose generally left well enough alone as a matter of course, while Santana preferred the less direct approach unless blood needed to be spilled. But there was no blood-spilling here, and leaving alone wasn't an option.
So there they were, hunkered down around a camera feed like the conspirators they were.
"You need to settle down, Ocelotl, we're not planning an insurrection."
Rose tossed his head and snorted. Empaths. So nosy.
"Stop reading me, pay more attention to the screen.
See, Eternity's already arrived, and ..."