He smiles, leaning against a nearby ladder. His smile is possibly the least human thing about him. ...one of the least human things.

"I don't recall what the papers said, about how it started. There was a political scuffle of sorts; Mafaton was closed off, so I was a bit busy when the sky started changing color." Ivan paused, adding, "You know, I never quite went through it with anyone. Everyone had their own fallout to cope with at the time."