Tensing, Theo tilted his head to stare in terror at Blaise. "What the fuck are you talking about Blaise? It’s like you’re..." He paused, choking on his words. "Like you’re saying goodbye." When Blaise said nothing in return, he stiffened, realization dawning as he followed the dark-skinned man’s view to Hela and then back again. His breathing quickened, and his palms felt sweaty from the fear. "That prophecy—"