He reaches up to wind his fingers into his hair, uncaring of the dirt. It's a calming habit, and he needs that right now. Some small part of him feels a brief pang of bitterness; Lazarus gets to save someone in his while he has to witness half the people in the room with him drop dead. People he'd been responsible for.

But that feeling is gone as quickly as it comes. It isn't fair; they've both had plenty of awful ones. And they do not control what they get.

"And with no apparent trigger."

Nathan had not even been doing anything, had not encountered anything strange. This had simply come out of nowhere.