His first breaths are shaky, still deep within the terror coursing through him, but they begin to calm little by little. Ivan lowers his arms only after he's able to breath easily. He sees what's really before him. She's not that woman dressed like a playing card but the woman who has been like a mother to him.

"Luce... Oh god... I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Accidental or not, he hit her.