Picks up bomb

Fel goes to put the cup back down on the table, and realizes their is something else amiss. Something that doesn't belong,and makes him flinch to see it. It is a twist of metal, with a red glass lens set into it and silver cable coiled up like insect's legs. It's only when he puts his hand out and takes hold of it that he realizes what it is. An augmetic lens.
Lori Ghael's augmetic lens.
'Cass,' Fel shouts, and it's all he gets to do, because as soon as the lens breaks contact with the metal of the table he hears a familiar sound.
A charge triggering.

There's a deafening roar and a flash of light and huge pressure wave. The room turns around him and he ends up on the floor on the other side of it, by the door, struggling to breathe. Struggling to see. Fel tries to get to his feet, but only makes it halfway before falling again. He puts his right hand out to catch himself, only to find that it is gone, and most of his arm with it. It is just blood and bone. Jagged shards of shrapnel have buried themselves in his chest and his stomach. He is bleeding badly. Really badly. All over the floor.

Honourbound pgs. 384-385