It was an accident. It was an accident. She can't move her mouth, can't force her mouth to say the words, not like this. Not while you're gasping, coughing, and choking mere feet away from her. She didn't know it was you. She wouldn't have done it if—

The sound of boot-clad feet rush past her. She lifts a hand and nearly takes off her mask before someone stops her. She almost forgot that she wouldn't be able to breath any better than you should she take her mask off, but part of her believes it would be some kind of punishment. She doesn't deserve to breath, not after what she did to you.

It feels like she's already taken a breath of the Grey. Her head dizzy and clouded. She reaches out, stumbling forward absentmindedly as words of apology finally spill from her mouth. It's difficult to hear her through that godforsaken mask, but she still tries, desperate for the forgiveness she doesn't deserve. Finally, as though breaking from her trance, she drops her weapon and surges forward, pushing past the rest of the squad as she comes to help.