[He lets out a slow breath. Exactly what happened, no—but what he does know, he's sure of.]

Someone, or something, broke my window... [His right hand, the one hanging out of the sling, twitches not quite into a fist.] And when we were all distracted... [He trails off.] It happened—too fast.

[Ferran gets to his feet, not bothering to wipe the ashes off his pants, and starts to trudge towards the wall where that window once stood.]

It can't be some freakish coincidence, no matter how many people say it.