Going by appearances, one might not have even known that Potemkin had heard the news. Indeed, ritzy broadcasted speech aside, the daily workings of the Hall of Heroes had continued on as usual. Birds tweet, maids bustle through the halls replacing vases of wilting luminescent flowers, yellow summer sunlight pours through the window, and Potemkin keeps to himself, currently in the space of his own room. He stands in front of the windowsill as if observing what a lovely day it is.

It's for the better that nobody sees his face. Even just from his body, Dasvidaniya had visibly marked him. Thunderland and Sion had tried their hardest to keep him patched up during the mission, and a team of doctors afterwards, so he had left with a heavily-treated right hand and assorted bandages on his legs, from the Noir soldiers who had gotten shots where he was less able to defend himself. So lost is he, he doesn't notice that someone else has entered the room behind his back.