Cyrus's glass explodes against the far wall. Shards of crystal and droplets of rum fall to the floor as the echoes of the curse he shouts slowly fade away. Dinah holds her glass tightly, her knuckles growing white. She doesn't say anything, but that rage in her eyes grows even more vivid. Cyrus clenches and releases his fists as he takes several deep breaths in an attempt to get himself under control.