There's a brief mental pause—and an actual slowing of Glacius' stride—as he digests that information, followed by an absolute outpouring of venomous hatred. Those damned parasites. Is that why I did not sense this when this happened?! I'll flense their sorry hides and shatter their corrupted cores for their manipulations..!

And then the boiling anger is washed over by a wave of confusion and uncertainty. What has happened should not be possible. A Bond through the Mote isn't something that he's ever heard of being able to be interfered with by an outside party. Did the gods plan this, or was it simply an unintended side effect of tampering with one or both ends of the link? Whatever the case, he needs to find a way to help his partner with his condition in a tangible way even sooner than he thought, lest something else happen and Carlisle slips away from him in a way that's actually real.