His bottom lip trembled. He kept frowning and looking around the circular room, as if in search of something that wasn’t there and would never be there. She would have delved into his mind if she were able to bear it, but she wasn’t. And more importantly, she had no need to. She could see it flashing from behind the stone mask he had tried to slam into place since coming to the island. Regret. It would eat at him. At them.