Peter gave a helpless sort of shrug at her deer-in-headlights panic. "Empathy," he said. "One of the ones I can't turn off. That was part of the reason that damned Apocalypse hit me so hard." Feeling the pain and death of an entire city. This wasn't as bad - not nearly as bad - but it was still bad enough. The air was ripe with fear and horror.
"Exactly. Guilt got people into this mess. So it won't help us get back out." He gave her shoulder a light squeeze. "Not much longer now."