She's gone. [His voice is utterly, unnaturally flat. And his eyes almost match as he turns them to the stone head resting in his lap. Conrad can't think of anything else to say that could possibly explain what happened here, or what is happening inside him, so he only swallows hard against the despair of losing his Mistress. Yuuri is here, and that more than anything is a reminder that he can't let himself succumb.]