The welcoming smile dies immediately, falling apart as Glacius's face runs the whole gamut of expressions--shock and betrayal, confusion battling with great sadness. Go--their separate ways? No-- that couldn't mean--could it? The man standing before him had seemed so happy with his presence in the past, had even expressed appreciation for him. Perhaps it's the befuddling suddenness of that remark keeps him from immediately deteriorating; right now all he can manage is to wonder where this is coming from... but there's a definite fear bubbling up in his chest, the fear that he was always fooling himself, that there was no way an alien like him could ever be valued as much as some of the humans here claimed...

... But Carlisle wouldn't do that to him... would he?

"I... I don't understand," the ice alien forces out, his gills quivering. "Have I... have I done wrong by you, Carlisle?"