Elias can't see Raine, of course. But he can hear where their voice is coming from. And he just stares them down, not turning away, keeping his bloody visage pointed in their direction. He knows what this is. This is someone drunk off a little bit of power, taking the opportunity to bully.

"What a crude attempt at manipulation," he dryly points out, stubbornly pushing against the waves of despair creeping through his mind. Of course he's alone, he's always been alone, he's fine being alone. He sent friends to their deaths for the slightest glimpse of knowledge. If he keeps telling himself that he's fine being alone, maybe he'll believe it. "Honestly, I don't know what the Web was thinking. Usually the ones they pick are more subtle. Less blunt."

He takes a moment to pull out a handkerchief, wiping blood away from his eyes as he points out, "Crude, blunt, and wrong. My world is remarkably like this one."