["All of you, excepted by one." Six; seven minus one, presumably the one whose heart this is. (For that matter, whose heart is this? It's... Strange.) Qilby extends a finger to trace the lines of one of the slots; they're all different shapes, ]

[And there is one thing he knows he's gained, and he suspects the others have as well (the others and their insignificant lives, how sad, really)...]

See, normally I'd say 'identity' or 'a soul,' but none of those could fit into a slot. So for something physical, aah...

[Well, of course, though he hasn't caught on that they're clocks yet:] Whatever's ticking inside our chests, isn't it? That's something that's 'inside all of our domains,' right now. [Are they going to have to perform surgery to get them out?]

[Gross, bloody, but he's done surgery before. If he has to (and if he has to without regard for lives), he'll do it, gladly.]