[ Yen's breath hitches to mirror Elena's own, though she flinches with pain—for Elena and for herself—before her features settle into something hardened by that same suffering of loss. ]
I'm truly sorry.
—I lead a life of danger, before I was brought here. At first, it was the loss of comrades-in-arms. Yet as time marched on, the losses suffered in my name became closer and closer to the heart...
[ Yen trails off, and closes her eyes. She takes a slow breath, an attempt at rallying herself to force back the swell of emotion. She'd known to expect one particular friend's death, as he'd told her during his brief time in Marina. ]
[ But there were new friends she'd never known until the memories washed over her today. They were gone, too. The simultaneous strike of love and friendship gained, and then lost in her name, was nearly too much to bear. ]
[ At least there was some good: that she is still human enough to feel these things. ]
[ Yen speaks again, before the pause became too long. ]
No, "sorry" isn't adequate at all, is it? I shall say instead... I understand, and I would not wish this on anyone.