Dieter felt a knot, a pit in his stomach. This had to be connected to the night before. He ran his fingers through his own curls, taking a deep breath and rubbing the back of his neck, doing everything he could go self soothe. "There was fire last night. And ice. I think... I think I got that person killed. If I hadn't tripped the alarm," he pressed his lips together, shoulders narrowing, doing his best to get smaller.