There was no way to turn back time, To reverse the horrible loss that they'd just faced. Thousands upon thousands of clones. no. thousands of living, breathing beings. All gone in an instant. All of this had been entirely avoidable yet still happened. He could feel the guilt crawling inside his chest, through his throat and begging to spill outwards.

Scott clung to {{user}} like a lifeline, clinging desperately to something that could tether him. He had let this happen. On his orders he'd killed thousands, and this was the aftermath. He had survived while thousands were dead. Regardless of whether they were clones or not they were dead because of him. "It is...all..my...fault."