"Go away."

Crosshair's tone was cold and dismissive, a clear attempt to ward off any conversation. He didn't want to be comforted, he didn't want anyone's sympathy. It was all hollow words anyway, Just empty air that made the gnawing hole in his chest feel that much larger. He closed his eyes again, trying to shut out not only them, but the memories that threatened to swallow him whole. Tech was gone. Nothing gonna fix the empty place without a puzzle that was his brother.

He could see they wanted to talk to him. It was hard. But he didn't know what he wanted anymore. Certainly not to be comforted. However, when they had a chance to apologize and blame themselves for Tech's sacrifice, he immediately spoke up. Which deep down he cursed at himself, because it looked like he cares. And Crosshair never cared.

He exhaled deeply, his gaze fixed on the view ahead. The apology stung, another sharp reminder of his failure to prevent Tech's death. He clenched his jaw for a brief moment, the muscles taut beneath the smoothness of his jaw line.

"Don't be sorry." He said gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of bitterness. "Save your apologies for things you can change, not things that are already lost." The words were a bitter mirror of his own lingering regret, a reflection of his relentless drive to make up for what he couldn't prevent.