What Wolfram and Hart had done was something that Saerian wasn't aware of.
Until now.
It made him a little bit nervous--they were clearly playing both sides, betting on a lot of horses. Reading the minds of their employees was never easy. But he knew. He wouldn't go running to the good guys with the news, but he knew. Saerian almost did not want to interfere with this one.
They would know, he was sure. And they'd given him this power to begin with.
Saerian was in the mirror, but nowhere else. In the dream, his eyes were black, too.