There's a selfish moment where the guilt she feels settles heavily in her stomach and she knows that it's not misplaced. It's real and true and she deserves her guilt and pain. If he blames Signless who died, what of her.

But she sweeps that back in her mind. Focus swung back to the situation before her. Her hands curl into fists then settle on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She whispered between them and shakes her head, "It's not your fault. He just--time messes with things and moreso with that torment. The Mituna we knew would never have blamed you. He just broke. He must have broke and he had to reconcile everything. I'm so sorry he chose you to blame."

She thought about trying to smile for him, trying to put up the familiar diamond shape with her fingers and tell him he always had hers. But that wouldn't change the situation.

"Maybe you should both cool down. He doesn't hate you in pitch."