Casper can smell death. And even if this one wasn't physical, the other's crumpled body is evidence enough that something has gone wrong. He sits down across from Federico, raven on his shoulder. He's silent, ignoring the false him appearing behind the sankta in the mirror.

"... You don't have to tell me what happened. It's clear you're upset. ... But there are people here willing to help you."

He ignores the false him on the ground with hollow eyes, the pale skin. The look of death that he knows all too well.