[ His expression tenses, knee bouncing as he worries at his bottom lip. It's - inexcusable. No matter who was right or who was wrong in this, that didn't make what they did okay. That didn't make all this senseless, needless suffering justifiable. Was this only the beginning, a sign of more radical attempts in the future? How long would it be until someone died?

Why is this always how it goes?

It kindles a fire in him, too, one that has scarcely been fanned since Eos had become no more. He's spent more than enough blaming himself for this, for not catching them before the bomb went off, but he's slowly coming to realize that if he'd really been a threat to their plan, they would've taken him out. More than likely, there was nothing they could have done to stop this.

So all they could do now was try to fix it. ]

We'll make this right. They have to see...that the only way anyone on either side can get better is by us all working together. They have to see that, right?

[ And yet, why does that seem like such an impossible thing? ]