With a grim expression, Flint joins the others after blowing up the bridge. In his head, saving some people from the invaders does not make up for the many who died today, or indeed the many dwarves Flint got killed in the past because of his uncontrolled magic.
He cannot help but remember the names and faces of those who died, on that fateful day and also today. A grey cloud appears above his head, and sometimes faces seem to appear in it, although not clear or long enough to recognize.
"Deed is done," Flint says gloomily. He looks to Vin, and the magical cloud above him disappears. "Now what?"