Firefly Glen but if we go, we go together

It was not that he set out to discredit Meerkat's misery here, or tell her that she was wrong to feel at fault for what had played out. Surely her aches were mighty, and massive too.. but Antares didn't think she ought to shoulder all the guilt herself. He couldn't know, and never would, if there had been something she had done to push it over the limit for Atlas, or if she had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time to be the last to see that fallout--or maybe she had delayed the inevitable somehow, who knew. Whatever it actually had been didn't change anything for them here and now, standing here wallowing in it.

At least when she spoke again, agreeing, he could believe he hadn't stunned her entirely with his presentation--which was a good enough sign for him. As for if he was going to be okay about this? That warranted a freshening up of his frown. The answer his heart spoke with was raw, new still. No, but.. Honestly I don't know yet, either. he replied. His brothers were gone, his family mourning even more than just that. It was all so very much to process. He felt terribly misplaced as he masqueraded as someone who might know what he was doing here in the role Osiris, and Atlas, had left while at the same time, he felt that he had fallen them all so terribly short by not helping to change the course that had brought them to so many dead.

Antares was going to stew something awful about this for quite some time, no matter what happened or what anyone did. Rest up.. and try to regroup. I want us to get past these bad times together somehow, he spoke quietly. If they could be happy here still. He knew it would never be exactly like it was but life was moving on with or without him. I told Bronco to help me piece it back together here, whatever that means exactly.. too, I haven't figured it out, he practically winced because it was a bad answer. He shouldn't be far off either.. by the way, since he's been patrolling more, he edged in, thankful for a diverted subject there though he was sort of dismayed, and worried about Bronco's still-probably-mending injuries. Actually it was difficult to gauge just how much he needed to concern himself with everyone now that what had once been a trio of Ostrega brothers was just now him, mentally upheaved, but dead-set on pushing for some future that wasn't this, somehow.