Her expression grew horrified and it was a moment before she could speak as she felt a choking lump rise in her throat and tears sting in her eyes. "You don't have anything to be sorry for," she whispered. This wasn't right. She comprehended, though she could not fully empathize, with what he was going through- something like this would have killed Pietro. At the thought of her brother the tears she was fighting flooded down her cheeks. Tommy reminded her so much of Pietro that she could hardly handle looking at him in this state. It was like watching Pietro die. She'd had difficultly believing any of this in the first place and seeing him here made the story even harder to swallow. Even with overwhelming proof it just didn't seem likely in her mind. She didn't want to believe it because, if it were true then she was a used and betrayed fool. And that was one thing she was tired of being. "I know you didn't do this, baby," she murmured, weakly. Hollow words. They wouldn't change anything. This wasn't something she could talk anyone out of.