He looked up at Tanya, knowing she was just trying to help, but making everything okay seemed just so far off. Tanya couldn't help her certainly, and he'd never met Az, he didn't know what he was capable of.
He looked over to watch the zombies clean off the blood, and he closed his hands around Tanya's. Spocklar's hands were always warm. "How is it going to be okay? She's dead; he killed her. She's not supposed to die," he said in a shaky voice.