[ Dorian's still sitting on the floor, looking at his portrait, which has been removed from the warded closet and is just propped up against the wall. A kitchen knife sits on the floor a few feet away from him.

And there, standing above him, looking down at Dorian and glaring daggers in his direction is a mirage of Toby. Tobias Matthew, his beautiful husband, and the one person who Dorian has guilt ten times over.

When he hears Constantine's voice, Dorian laughs, a short bitter laugh but still stares at the portrait. ]

You provided the legwork but no, this was all me. My portrait...it's reacted to magic oddly before. It became sentient one time, that was a nightmare. I should have known something like this could happen. [ a pause. ] I should have told you something like this could happen.