Diego doesn't see anything subjective about it. This was him, this was on him, it was his fault. He did this to them. He'd done it and he didn't even realize or know it at all.
He watches, almost dumbfounded, as she makes the simplest, vaguest motion with one hand and... something ripples out and snaps around them with the barest flame-flicker until it's only clear again. His eyes focus on the man with the weights as she tells him to watch, like this is some kind of party trick she's performing.
"I doh- I don't understand. You stopped it?" He hasn't really turned his eyes back to her, though, he's too busy watching as the anger drains out of the guy in the corner of the room. But it doesn't matter, not really. That she had managed to wash out what he'd done, however unintentional, because he's still wrestling with the tangled web of it in his head, too.
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He watches, almost dumbfounded, as she makes the simplest, vaguest motion with one hand and... something ripples out and snaps around them with the barest flame-flicker until it's only clear again. His eyes focus on the man with the weights as she tells him to watch, like this is some kind of party trick she's performing.
"I doh- I don't understand. You stopped it?" He hasn't really turned his eyes back to her, though, he's too busy watching as the anger drains out of the guy in the corner of the room. But it doesn't matter, not really. That she had managed to wash out what he'd done, however unintentional, because he's still wrestling with the tangled web of it in his head, too.