[Gaignun's hands stilled at Albedo's words. Storming the Durandal and slaughtering almost all of it's occupants, Yuriev had used his form for that. Dmitri's iron control had made him watch as the people died by the hands of the person they trusted most to take care of them. Not to mention hurting Mary...

He took a sharp breath. It wasn't his image he had been concerned about but the failing to stop his father had stung sharp that day.]

Not with that nonsense no. He used his own form for that. [He was glad that he was already looking down so maybe Albedo couldn't see how white he'd gone.