"My mind is on blood and death." What else was new there. Other than the language, which was Gaelic. Barty sounded almost wistful there and then he turned his head and smiled suddenly, looking at Giac, his tongue touching the corner of his mouth briefly. Ancient Greek was a good choice for this. "Oedipus was ignorant when he killed his father. I've never claimed ignorance. It doesn't fit me."

He planned on killing both their parents with full awareness.

"...are you two fucking around?" Jack honestly couldn't tell. "How many languages do you speak?"

"At least one more." Barty answered him in English, then spoke to Giacomo in one of the languages they had made up. One that only they spoke. "I know where they are. That's why I came here. To find out."

He wanted him to know that he was still too smart to be caught. That he could still protect him.