Enver absolutely does not expect to be touched and is still adjusting to his vision being strange, the light of candles seeming more brilliant and the shadows far less empty. And if the din of noise had been less overwhelming in the moment, it might have been more anticipated. As it is, he stumbles back, his balance ever-so-slightly off.

He's alive. That finally penetrates.

A hand falls to his chest, feeling the absence of something there that was once painful. His mind is empty of any presence, much as it had been in the House of Hope. But rather than a lock separated from its key, the lock was quite noticeably gone as well.

Bane had come to claim his soul. Possibly more than that, and now He was gone. Because...

His eye fell upon the ring on his finger, but whatever path he has been following to piece it all together comes to an abrupt stop.

His hand looks wrong. It is his hand -- both are, albeit drained of much of their olive hue. At first his brain tells him that it must be a trick of the light, but nothing else in the room is like that.

"...What have you done?" His voice still sounds like his voice.

He hears that groan distinctly and turns, and only then does he seem to unfreeze. Everyone else is invisible to him. His mind goes to that ring again, and he's only thinking the worst as he comes down next to the Dark Urge and a hand finds his shoulder.

He's breathing. They are both alive.