A brief flicker of anger surges through his veins as her words echo against his eardrums, his own questions following -- though he keeps the words to himself, thoughts stored in his mind.

How could you do this to her. To us.

The anger fades to sorrow within an instant, as he begins to struggle to find his own words. There is nothing to say that will make this right -- nothing to say that will take away the pain, or right the wrong.

"I'm so sorry."

It's their loss, yes. But her pain and heartbreak is the greater at the moment, so that's what he focuses on.