One of the perks of Garrot's kids volunteering to be his mission control is that he has to put zero effort into monitoring social media. They track all the hash browns and trendy tags and he just has to click the links they send him. Not only does it give them a way to help him, but it's really convenient! So naturally, he's got separate, volume-bypassing messaging tones for when something needs his attention. They knew he was meeting with the Protector today, getting a power boost that should all but guarantee his survival. Nothing they'd send him would compare.

But this?

"Fuck!" Garrot yells the word, completely disregarding that Luka and Olivia are right there, and that yelling is utterly rude. In a moment, he's shifted from coping with meeting his hero to rage. His grip tightens around his phone and his claws scrape into the protective coating. Those scratches won't buff out.

"He... Seth is dead." Garrot's gritting his teeth, somber in spite of all his other emotions. He knows Luka can't see it, so it's not like he stops there, but he's courteous enough to use his Doctor's Bad News voice as the video continues. Even, restrained, clinical. "He walked in on the Protector stabbing Seven in the neck. Deliberately. But they noticed him and Seven attacked and-"

Garrot goes silent. His jaw hangs open, his eyes blink slowly, his hand shakes and his ears droop and there's just this awkward pause and-

"The Wizard's alive. Seven ran with the Protector."