Blank/Shepard
When she spoke that he hadn't offended her, he stopped right on his tracks. Blank turned his head over his shoulder.
"I could ask anyone else here. But... You.. You seemed to be closest to all of them." His voice was soft, yet enough for hear. He turned around to face her once again. His eyes drifted towards the pictures on table. Even with the bonfire around them he could see their faces in those photographic memories.
"I'm not good at this sort of thing.." There was another pause to him. He was trying his best. "But.. Don't look in to the pit of despair. It does nothing but hurt." With that point, he spoke from experience, and it would show with his change in tone.