[N heard the first shot when it was fired, and seeing the gun itself in Thomas' hand confirms his fears. It's nothing short of terrifying. He only half-listens to what Thomas is saying-- the man is obviously delirious, and, as N glances around, he is distracted by the evidence of what he feared-- the scattered remains of the Baltoy. Simple dust and clay to anyone else; a bloody carnage to him.

He clamps a hand over his mouth. He feels horribly sick; his knees are suddenly weak and he has to fight back the urge to scream.] Ohh... Oh no. No... [He was too late. He looks back at Thomas, eyes wide but oddly void, as if he's in shock.] ... What have you done? [And what has he done, leaving this man alone with a gun? Trusting him so easily-- that was his first mistake. Expecting everything would be fine, that he would be able to save any threatened lives-- that was the second.]

They're guardians. [His eyes glisten with tears, and he narrows them, expression suddenly vengeful.] It was just trying to protect this world, and you killed it!