Deadlight met her eyes. She tried to guess what he was feeling, but his emotions were too muddled. Guilt, anger, regret? She couldn’t be sure. His scent was no clearer, other than communicating his obvious distress. “That’s just it, Melody. I was never killing myself over this mission—I never let it be a load I was carrying. The others all obsessed about it, and one by one they lost their minds. I just… focused on what I could control. I tried to learn about the past. I tried to catalogue what had gone wrong. Thought maybe if I learned about enough of the ancients, maybe one of them would have the key that we were missing. I wasn’t rushing about any more than Harmony does.” He stopped walking, staring down as a huge cask of molten aluminum went pouring into a mold of different parts.