Mia knew all of that. Everything he'd said, she'd lived through time and again. She'd had survivor's guilt before. She'd consoled others through survivor's guilt. But she'd needed to hear it this time from someone else who knew it too. And maybe it was the absence of a full-out war that hadn't had her prepared beforehand for what happened in that room.
The more he spoke, the more she began to freely cry. There was no other outlet for her emotions right now, she didn't even know what or how to feel right now. Everything he said struck such a deep chord that as he finished, on instinct she slowly slid off the edge of the bed to kneel in front of him and slowly reached out for him -- to hug him or to hold on or something -- barely even aware of what she was doing, and with half not being able to see him through her blurred vision.