That was some heavy shit, and Cin didn't really know what could be done about it. There was certainly nothing she could do about it. If she had been someone else, maybe she'd have some words of sympathy to give this clearly distraught man, but Cin had never been very good at sympathy. Relying on sympathy made you weak, and Cin had spent her whole adult life (and her teen life when she'd been forced into adulthood) making sure none of her siblings would ever be weak.
"Good men die all the time," was what Cin eventually said. She didn't try to be overly cold about it, just truthful. "Good people die because of people they love all the time. It happens. Killing yourself isn't going to bring your friend back. Do you think he blames you?" Cin asked, and it was an honest question. She had no idea what the situation had been. "Because if he doesn't, I bet he'd be fuckin' pissed to see this."