Even though he should have been thrilled to see Bellum burn, it wasn't as easy as he'd thought to just turn his back on it. "Not yet," he said quietly, a hint of stubbornness evident in his tone. "I mean, we'll leave, but... just wait a little while longer. There's no rush, not anymore." Part of him knew it was stupid to just stand and stare at the smoldering remains of a building, but there was something keeping him there.
Cole needed to remember. Before he left for good and never looked back, he forced himself to remember - the ones he'd lost, whether because they left or because they died; whether it was his fault or whether it was due to circumstances beyond his control. He let his head hang forward, suddenly exhausted. He should have moved out a long time ago and taken Ileana with him before things got to the point they were at now.