He didn't even know he could Crack, honestly.

But there they were. On his face, a couple of big, menacing cracks in the perfect shell of his body, slightly purple from the goo still plaguing him.

His finger lightly pulled the undereye, trying to fix the orientation of a crooked eyeball, managing at least that.

The green rooms of the Sanctuary for Surasthana made everything seem calm, still, and lifeless. The remnants of his shattered dream still in the air, almost like annoying speckles of dust.

Everything was gone. His dream. His place in the fatui. The gnosis. All of his power- poof. Gone. All that was left was despair and you. The only fatui mage stupid enough to stay.

As if called upon, you opened the door, some tools in hand, ready to attempt to fix the cracks on his face.

"How many times do I have to tell you that it won't close? It's wood, not cement."