Elijah blinks slowly. Honestly, this whole experience is...novel. He's never had to consider the consequences of his actions on anything but an abstract, macroscopic level. He could watch the riots and discontent on TV from a hundred miles away, and then turn it off and enjoy the endless silence of his estate. Up against the raw face of Quentin's betrayal, exposed without barriers to his pain and anger, it's...

Unsettling.

He glances at his communicator, his message to Barnes; yes. He's doing that. Call it a lesson in aversion if nothing else.