[ those heels auger is all too familiar with clack against the marble of the stairway, and he storms down, shoulders squared. hands grip auger's shoulders, and mejojo meets his gaze. his eyes are alight with something — it's evident that something has broken in one way or another. ]

You...

[ he trails off. it's a growl that softens into a whisper. ]

I thought...you were...

[ mejojo stares. for a moment, that is all he does: stare. ]

She held you captive...took your violin...they killed me...but I won. I won, Auger. I won. Do you understand?