The tall redhead shrugs after protests from others, and the lombax is glad he isn't the only one. God is he ever. Already feels a little sick at himself for thinking of revenge, already, so quickly almost as if he'd never learn from any of it.
He just sort of... quietly stands for a moment. A mourning silence, something that fills jade eyes with some strange darkness again. Makes them heavy. His ears fail to plaster and just droop--
And then a figure passes him. And he knows that form. It's something that makes him tense up for but a moment before he makes himself remember the aftermath. This armadillo who, in reality, had suffered enough and now this...
The lombax has a little internal battle with himself, watching all the other figures around, the sorrowful looks, the blank cold, the tears of the one hedgehog and words that are all a bit of a hum, and gaze finally lingering with the kneeling form over her body and...
He has to step forward a bit and lean to place a hand on that shoulder; at the moment he's still a little too awkward and reluctant to place an arm around or to kneel down beside him yet. "...'ey... nothin' ya coulda done, Mighty..."