"Not really" It wasn't a tragedy, not to Thomas, not to the cult member's families (they have forsaken them long ago) and not to the authorities - one less disturbing neighbor around "I am of the opinion their deaths did more good than their lives could ever do" The fire was cathartic. Shame he won't be able to pull it off as easily now.
"Wasn't much to rebuild. The structure burned down like it was made of hay, and as far as I know I was the only one outside of it. I'm not happy they died, but the world was rid of a group of fanatics. Great storytellers, though - they talked about Hell in such detail, as if they were born there" He allows himself that little joke at their expense. It was one of life's paradoxes - living with them has been an absolute nightmare, and yet without that group, who would he be?
"What niche have you been considering?" There was a whole array of legitimate businesses that would help Alessandra's... unsavory enterprise, and yet it was entirely possible she wanted to separate the two.
Thomas also raises his glass, still full. Ellis had a good ear for catchy toasts.