He stayed sitting on the concrete floor, resting his arms on his knees and appearing to be in a daze. After a long minute, he powered down and ran his hand through shaggy hair before he looked up to acknowledge Kairatos.
He didn't vocalize a response, but he stumbled to his feet and stared at the mirror. Zia had acted like the old, cracked thing was sacred and precious, and at the end she didn't even succeed. She just endangered them all and then left them. She didn't let them die, but she shouldn't have had to die either. She never should have try to con such a huge gamble in the first place. Cassandra and Nehelenia and whoever else was part of the bigger picture shouldn't have let it.
And he didn't really understand any of it. No one ever trusted him with the truth, and even Ellie had abandoned him in anger. The usually mellow man who was so non-combative he usually let people take advantage of him felt rage bubbling up, and he grabbed the mirror by the frame and threw it down, shattering it. The only person it was worth keeping for, that he wanted to see come through it was gone.
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