Will stares at the floor, processing what he'd heard. The knuckle from earlier had sounded familiar... and honestly, he'd known who it sounded like at the time, but he couldn't believe it.
Still, if what Tahr was saying was true... and he had no reason to believe otherwise...
Will's eyes flashed yellow, "They'll pay for this," he whispered, "We'll get you back. Somehow."
The air within a few inches of him begins to feel heavy, almost like a layer of static ozone. A light crackling could be heard for a second, before he brought himself back to reality, "You're absolutely sure of this?" he asked, blinking away the rage. It was hard, but he couldn't lose control. Not so close to everyone.