...oh, Vandal.

[he stops, he doesn't ask, he's testing ice for thickness, finding it far too thin to ask What did you do?, but it burns in him with inadvisable, morbid curiosity. That thing Prism said is only working its way deeper, but he knows better than to bring it up right now.]

Trust me for a second. Can you? You're not thinking clearly, I know that much. Whatever happened, we can square with it later.