"Doc."

It's concern and protestation and empathy all rolled into one, but she knows there's nothing she can say. Nothing she could say could ever erase that kind of guilt.

She bites her lip and looks down, brow furrowed in three deep ridges.

"I s'pose... if you had stuck around, you would have ended up dead, too," she murmurs, thinking the words over in her head. "Now, I don't know what kinda buddies ya'll were, but... I imagine if I were one of your pals, greetin' you at those pearly gates, I might be powerful angry with you for not gettin' out when the gettin' was good."

She shakes her head, pushing her blonde waves back behind her ears.

"Wouldn't want you to share my fate, just 'cuz I was unlucky. You didn't pull the trigger, 'n you didn't lead them false. You were their friend. You rode with them. Fought with them. Daresay they trusted you; I know you trusted them. That should be enough, shouldn't it?"

She doesn't know.

"Should be enough. You carry their memory on, 'n if they're watchin', if they're listenin', then they know that. They hear that. And, hell, I'd be damn proud if I was them. I'd be touched.

"Don't know if that means a lick, but it's... something to think on, I s'pose."