[ It’s not quite so simple as that. No one had known the bombs were fake when they went off. In the field, Stefan would have done the same thing. Athos isn’t angry about the glitter; he’s wary of what that means for the future, when he’s on the battlefield with a man who’ll throw him under the proverbial bus. And given the history that Stefan’s file paints, Sturmhond finds that fear not unreasonable.

But he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. His aim is the opposite of that, to stop any of this from escalating. He slides easily out of the cockpit. ]

Thank you, Elena. I hope it is.

[ With no more to say, he gives her a slight smile, and heads away. ]