Grey stood there with a wild grin stretched across his face, The Virtueless--his rod--still pointed directly at The Immovable's head as though he hadn't just watched one of the strongest existences in the Holy City get launched across the courtyard.
Mauve looked like she wanted to faint, Elowen somehow looked even worse, and poor Petri stood off to the side with the expression of a man wondering at exactly what point he had lost control of his life.
Maybe he should have stopped Grey earlier, maybe he should have elbowed him harder, chained his mouth shut, thrown him into a hole and drowned him in the baby oil he liked so much. Something. Anything. But all of those thoughts felt a little useless now.
