[He watches the sky only long enough to know that none of his friends have died—he did not expect Drael to fall so early, and they were merciful enough to pair Kristopher with him, so the nobleman must be safe; Malis, even without her power, would be too quick to be killed so early; Griffith is too sharp and stubborn to die without more fight. If anyone were going to die the first day, it would have been Fila, and she is safe. Shryke turns his attention to his teammate.
Sieg has broken something. Or perhaps, something has broken in Sieg. He hasn't known the other man long, and would hardly claim to know him well, but he... can't leave him alone. He can imagine how much this moment hurts, having a loved one stolen away for the enjoyment of some sick distant 'audience', and knowing they were crippled from their own sense of self, with their natural-born powers stripped away.
He does look to the sky once more, this time with longing. Then he sighs softly to himself and moves across the clearing, crouching at Sieg's side. He hesitates a long moment before gently laying two fingers on the other man's shoulder. His words are low, careful, an invitation to speak.]
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Sieg has broken something. Or perhaps, something has broken in Sieg. He hasn't known the other man long, and would hardly claim to know him well, but he... can't leave him alone. He can imagine how much this moment hurts, having a loved one stolen away for the enjoyment of some sick distant 'audience', and knowing they were crippled from their own sense of self, with their natural-born powers stripped away.
He does look to the sky once more, this time with longing. Then he sighs softly to himself and moves across the clearing, crouching at Sieg's side. He hesitates a long moment before gently laying two fingers on the other man's shoulder. His words are low, careful, an invitation to speak.]
I'm sorry. Who was it... ?