rides calmly through the fracas. he strikes and kills those that assault him, but appears disinterested in battle.
leans down next to conor, his metal face nearly against the boy's. his voice slithers out of the iron in almost a whisper.
is also now on the platform but can only watch brenna through a window as the train pulls away.
flings the chair aside and knocks open the door with a slam of his palm.
tries the door handle. stepping back, he lifts his sword and hammers it deep into the wood.
steps back and gives the door a last two-fisted swing. brenna screams. the door collapses.