He'll remember before it gets cold, but right now - he's thinking of the first time he saw Elias in Evandrin's arms and knew he loved him. Right now he's thinking of his son's face when they fled Cathmoíra, barely outflying the shockwave, clinging to the only parent he had left.

Right now that knife is flaring with starlight, and his voice is half growl.

"I just want to know how angry I should be."

Asmodeus's laughter chimes in Bruce's head.