Following Winnie's muted reaction, he finally feels something surge from the mirror. It's all at once shocking and bitterly cold, and a rush of wind howls through the hall, drowning out any other voice. It's stronger than anything he knows how to fight against, and he can only brace himself as it whips past.

When it dies down he looks around them, but all he sees are the scattered objects that the wind knocked over. The horrible thought that he might have just doomed them all finally gets him moving. He clenches his fists and tries to push back against time, but after several seconds the faint blue glow just shudders and sputters out and he breathes out a heavy sigh. He can't undo it. Because his previous mistake is still pulling away his energy.

"Shit." He wraps his arms around himself and tries to hold onto some of his body's warmth. Somewhere during that power serge he had wound up on the floor, and he's slow to push himself back up to his feet. The cold seeps into his bones and he glances to the broken mirror first, then Winnie.

"I didn't...," he starts, but doesn't continue as he fails to suppress his shivering. He can't defend himself, so he doesn't try. "Do you... what was that?"