It was a foolish thought, Spitfire had to admit, to think, to hope that he left it behind when he arrived in that city. The pain of loss, of having to see people he knew and liked bleeding out into the pavement carpet. Granted, the wounds and injuries he'd seen were never as grave, as violent as this. He didn't want to know what matter of person, of creature was capable of something so horrible.
As he stood there, hovering in the doorway, his only real regret was that the Aion Clock had to see the sad event unfold.