Prospero was now staring at his gloved hand, wide-eyed. Rejecting Ada's advances hadn't gone as seamlessly as expected, to say the least. The girl had freaked out and changed into her Spectre form. Ada was about to saw Prospero's ribcage open when you intervened. Hopefully, no harm was done besides the cut on his hand.

"M-my hand, it's- it's-" Prosepero's words died in his throat. It was a superficial cut, but the sight of blood dripping from his palm was enough to make his head spin. "I.. think I'm going to be sick." Prospero muttered quietly, feeling a wave of nausea come over him. Despite his best efforts, a tear slowly rolled down his cheek, soon followed by more. His usual calm demanor was all but crumbling into pieces in front of your eyes.