Chapitre 213: What comes next?

"How on earth is she going to be our spy when Azrael knows full well she has every intention of killing him and handing him over?" Kal asks, desperation lining the obvious wobble to his voice. Doubt simmers through the room like a fine mist as a series of looks are exchanged between them all- all except Ithuriel, whose gaze remains firmly planted on me. 

From the way his feelers glow and the little spark that ignites in his eyes, one would assume that he is eager to tell me something, or at the very least has something on his mind. But for now, I let my mind continue to linger over the situation at hand, still not fully recovered from the shock of having both my wife and my brother disappearing both at the same time. After all, that isn't exactly something that happens every day.

Brooding is likely the correct term for what I am doing.  Brooding.