Sorry didn't cut it. Sorry was no where near enough, it would never be enough. He wasn't a man who cried, but he couldn't stop crying now, couldn't pull himself together. It was wrong, it was horrible and wrong and children weren't meant to die before their parents. He was supposed to see Louis grow up, find someone to share his life with, have children or chose not to, to have a career...
All of that was gone forever. Louis would never get to truly live.
He cried until there were no more tears left, not sure how long time that passed. His chest ached, his eyes ached, his head ached and his chest felt empty - as if someone had ripped a piece of his heart clear out of his chest.
"How did it happen," he finally asked, his voice horse and barely audible. He looked up at Charlie, eyes red. "Was it us?" he asked. "Me," he corrected. "Did we, the dragons, when we crashed down at the camp. Did we upset them, did-" He could barely think the thought but he needed to know or he'd always wonder. "Would he be alive if we hadn't gone down there?"