Meteor hadn't moved from where he had sunk to his knees in the last few hours. He could barely function, a wreck of a man, filthy and covered in dirt and the blood of numerous monsters. His once cared for armor was rent with damage, and his beloved axe was thrust into the floor.

The window was blown open, so precise was his attack but he cried softly, almost oblivious to Lydia's approach.

"I didn't do anything..." he kept whispering over and over. "I couldn't do anything. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone..."