He looks away.

He should probably say something, but he can't figure out what. After a few seconds, he hazards a glance in Nico's direction.

— he's horrible awful selfish he's done so much wrong, he must've done this too, they're dead and it's his fault —

He's just sitting there, breathing quickly, not quite hugging himself because that would involve his hands touching his body.

He should probably go figure out where the man from before is, so he can report what he saw.

He doesn't move. "Are you alright?" he whispers eventually.

(The answer is obvious, but he figures it's probably better to ask.)

He makes an incredulous sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

"Does it matter?"

He's terrible and evil and he should just — right, he had an idea for that, earlier. 

"I can — if you don't want to do this — I can. Give you a few hours. And then call someone over and — and make up some details."