[ He listens with quiet acceptance and reluctance. It's always the survivors or the "strongest" or "smartest" among the pack that carried this feeling. But he also started to realize that it was also his hubris talking, not just his helplessness and guilt. The situation affected him a lot more than he realized.

He nodded in agreement as her words sank in, though his chest still felt tight and ready to burst, the dull ache had lessened and his mind was getting a little clearer. ]

...Has anyone ever told you that you're really good at making others feel better?

[ And for the first time since he got here, a sincere smile cracked his grim visage. ]

Thank you. I thought I had my wits about me but, I guess I was wrong.