This was the time when good people said things like "it'll be okay," or "we're too far away to know for sure if they're gone." Things like that. Empty hopeful words that meant little yet somehow seemed to comfort others. The were simple enough, but Gin was having a devil of a time getting anything of the sort to come out of his mouth. Whatever he said would hold no meaning and they both knew it. Neither of the reiatsus that had been in danger were people he cared for, or cared whether they lived or died even. In fact, life for him would be much easier if they weren't around, it was one less thorn in his side.

And yet, he did feel guilt, if only in the tiniest degree, because no matter how little he cared, Ran still cared a great deal. And seeing her in pain was what bothered him.

"M'sorry," he said quietly as he brushed past her, scanning the area for anything ahead. It was not tender or heartfelt, nor was it completely callous, it simply was as he'd stated it, simple and straightforward. There was no explanation, and while it might not have even been an "I'm sorry your friend is gone," it was at least an "I'm sorry you're in pain." Probably the best she'd ever get out of him.