"My god . .." he whispered. "What is it? What .. . NOOOOOOO!" Westcott screamed, a high, shrill sound. He let go of Babel’s head and stumbled back a step, eyes still focused on a point just above Babel’s head before stopping dead still and silent, mouth still open in a silent cry. Lambert glanced down at the display on the simsense deck, then took a step toward the mage and shouted at him.