Firefly Glen I know a boat you can get on

Tension was very evident, as it all seemed to weigh mightily on Bronco too. Antares had only assumed he knew everything he should, or at least as much as someone like Meerkat was capable of relaying. Maybe some of the finer details were hazy yet, but it all was still far too much to truly handle right now and without the right sorts of prompting, he was tight-lipped; too occupied in his own grief to really go beyond it by reaching out.

And it did take him a moment to brew up the right answer to that. What can I do? What could any of them do at this point besides live on? He was too hurt, and how could he admit this.. Antares sighed, and felt his shoulders slump as the breath left him, which he didn't fight any. He didn't know how he was going to fill the void, both in his own heart, and the one Osiris left in the wolves of the Glen. Just... help me pick up the pieces of what's still left, the dark Ostrega said quietly through the frown, searching Bronco's face then. He had to start somewhere.