To be fair, Lucanis was just as disappointed in himself about his inability to stab a cloud, only lashing back at Davrin for his anger about it. Everyone else got the self loathing when they tried to comfort him.

The anger was easier to handle, in a way. He could get angry back. Comfort was something unfamiliar to Lucanis. Unfamiliar except from one source, before the Lighthouse.

"I sure hope you're right," Rook said with a sigh, disappointing into the same motes of light that Caterina had, revealing a door to pass through.

"One more," Spite said. Guessed, really, but he could smell it nearby and suspected this would be the final guard to the door of Lucanis' heart.