"Oh...?" He dared not drift closer but he did drift around so that he was more directly in the Lightwarden's line of sight. "Yes, I'm sure it hurts very much. But 'twas inevitable, as you know, and I'm afraid I cannot hurry it up to spare you further suffering. Doing things properly takes time, you see."

Something their sundered members never could quite grasp. He sighed, gazing up at the creature. Seeing them reminded him of Mitron's twisted form, lying somewhere out in the Light-blasted plains beyond the frozen wall.

"...Hero, can you hear me?" he called, hating how hesitant his question sounded. "Azem?"

Fool. As if anything of them remained.