There's nothing Jade can do but watch, held in place by some unseen force. He should be horrified, he thinks, listening to the crunch of broken bone against the wall. There are better, cleaner ways to do this, ways that don't involve such brutality.

But all he feels is a detached sort of curiosity. He doesn't think he'd move even if he could. He stands there and watches quietly, expression blank, as Eichel's body gradually stops twitching.