He flinches from the light, the motion and flash evoking a fear he still constantly suffers from. He reels away from his buried weapon, shielding his eyes, trying to still the panic which threatens to rise.

Everything he had ever loved had been taken from him with that single stroke. It takes him some time to gather his wits after the flash is past, and anger very quickly replaces his earlier panic. Anger at himself for continuing to cower at the light, anger at her as the one responsible for his fear.

"Don't you know anything else?" he snaps.