Felix's armor. Somehow the sight of it alone is more ominous than seeing Felix himself. Stratos closes his eyes a moment and tells himself that Felix must be in no more danger- the healers have him, Jim isn't rushing them to his side. He needs to help Jim understand what happened, since it's plain the captain wasn't there.

"Conjurer's burn... that wouldn't surprise me." The faint signs of burn marks on the armor tell a tale themselves. "I assume there wasn't much left of his gauntlets, then. It's an injury that happens when a mage loses control of a summoning spell - from the backlash of the released energies. Typically because they tried to summon something far too powerful for them."

He's making himself look at the chest piece abstractly, just a piece of evidence with a story to tell. His fingertips brush over the gash and dent in the midsection of it, reading more than trace magics.

"...Something with a weapon, by the look of this. Assuming that wasn't what interrupted the spell and caused the backlash." He knows he's predisposed to expect recklessness from his brother but Felix has generally been careful about what he summons before. Maybe something else interfered this time. Then again, why would Felix set up a summoning ritual somewhere unsafe?

"Where was he, when you found him?"