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Jupiter stared at Frank's small form, lying crumpled and mangled before. He heard a strangled sound, and it took him a minute to realise it had come from him.
Frank couldn’t be dead. Frank was already dead. You couldn’t kill someone that was undead! That was the whole point! But the sobs that escaped his chest as he kneeled down and tried but failed to shake the vampire dwarf awake told him otherwise.
"How did this happen?" he rasped, looking around at the heartbroken faces of the Deucalion staff. No. Not just heartbroken. Jupiter saw more than the pain of loss on their faces. For him, they were as easily read as a book. He saw betrayal, and fear woven through their shades. They had all seen what had happened. "Who did this?" he demanded.
But he knew. Only a Wundersmith could've had the power to kill someone that was already dead.
Squall had done this. There was no other explanation available.
Nobody would meet his eye. Save for Fenestra. She had never had any qualms about speaking the truth.
"Fen." He could practically see her thought process. She was… she was scared of the answer. Of what it meant. Why? What had Squall done? "Tell me."
Fenestra took a deep breath and replied. "I'm sorry, Jove. It was Morrigan."
That was the exact moment when his world stopped making sense.