It's a bitter pill to swallow. [ He's already trying to ignore the feeling of loss, that everything he's known is probably gone forever. It hurts more knowing that his culture, the history of the elves may be forever beyond recovery.

But, he knows he isn't the only one to suffer this fate. How much culture was lost to everyone? How much did it hurt them? He can only assume.

He listens to McCree and there's a frown that crosses his face. It sounded familiar. Very familiar. ]

I understand. My world was contending with a mad creature who intended to become a god. He was willing to destroy the world to do that. [ But he leaves it there. They didn't overcome. They lost because of one stupid Storm.

Before he can wallow in sadness however he feels something drop on his head. He blinks curiously as he looks up to see the man's hat now resting on his. There's a pause as he's unsure of what to say before there's a plunk; the hat falls right over his eyes swallowing half his head. ]

I'm not sure this quite fits.