Cole had never seen Ostagar before--he hadn't been there and hadn't been able to get there. It was too late now, anyway, and there was nothing but ghosts left. At least in the real world. Usually he could tell dreams but in this pace they were different. There wasn't a Fade so there shouldn't be dreams but there still were. There always were. They made sure of that. Dreams were easy.

Even never having been there, it isn't that hard to tell where it is, what's going on. Even he knows the story. Everyone does. Even the ghosts like him. It would be impossible not to. The repercussions rang and reverberated through the whole world. There were still spirits there singing sadness.

At first he watches--there's nothing he can do to stop it, nothing a single person or even a spirit can do. It's too late to stop any of it and all he can do is pick up the pieces after. If there's anything left. It isn't until he sees the woman charge that he moves, appearing behind her to watch as she kills the monster. He shouldn't take that away from her.

He at least waits until it's dead before he speaks.

"Terror, torn and tearing, toyed and teased and tantalized. That's what they want, the rage. Don't give it to them."