To say that Enver Gortash is a little in shock was an understatement well before this point.

His mind is still attached to reflex-reactions to things that he technically has no tie to anymore: Why is his foundary on fire? What do you mean you were sending people to the Iron Throne? You want me to hand you my netherstone?

All of that belongs to a pathway he very suddenly is not on anymore.

Then you figure in that he just spent a day in Hell.

That he technically died.

That the Dark Urge died. Again.

That Bane not only turned on him but had been planning to all along.

Take all of that, add that he is undergoing a kind of complete sensory overload because Half-elves do a great deal more seeing and hearing than the average human.

Then top it all off with the sheer number of people he is surrounded by that have agreed to tolerate him but also seem very keen to drop him once some line is crossed?

There is a lot.

So when he is taken somewhere quiet to be alone, it's only then that he is starting to sort of shake apart. But it's coming in spasms that he is at turns shaking off just to be hit with one again.

"Just." A breath to steady himself. No. Don't let yourself fall apart right now, even if a moment alone reawakens a desire for closeness. To feel something like it was before. But he's awake enough to know it's not the time. "Tell me there will be more. Tell me what you're planning, because I have nothing." Tell me we're not about to go die again.