Rapidly, the numbness Faelan felt was breaking apart, and as each piece chipped away, more and more pain trickled in to fill the holes. He couldn't let it in, so he stopped it and jerked his head up to stare at Gaius. "No!" he cried. "No, you can't tell everyone he's gone because he's not!"
Beneath the stoppered anguish, anger surged up, white hot and fierce, and he couldn't stand to be constrained. He pushed his way out of Gaius' and Harry's embrace and before he could think, he flung his arm, the glass flying across the room, shattering against the wall right beneath a drawing of Haven's Loft he'd titled "Home".
"He. Can't. Die." Faelan bit out through gritted teeth. He stared incredulously at Gaius and Harry. "How can you just sit there?!"