[The loss of contact was abrupt and jarring, and there was a moment where he almost resented it, even if he understood. He lowered his hand from his temple, briefly wiping at his eyes, still distracted by Erik's memories and those of his own counterpart while searching for something to say.
What was there to say, really? Anything he could express verbally was woefully inadequate. It wouldn't change what had happened, on the Barge or back home. But he still felt the need to say something.]
[Spam]
What was there to say, really? Anything he could express verbally was woefully inadequate. It wouldn't change what had happened, on the Barge or back home. But he still felt the need to say something.]
I'm sorry, Erik.