[Wiping his eyes and trying to breathe. He can't just break down sobbing about her life he has so many things still to do he cannot afford to just collapse into a stressed, upset lump over one horrific memory. It's not even his memory.

Cool okay he hiccups like twice but gets his breathing under control. Absently his hand drops to cover his heart, which aches physically. He feels like it might burst with upset and impotent distressed rage.

His voice isn't angry though, just... tired and upset and genuine.]

I don't know what to even say. I'm sorry that you went through that doesn't even seem to start to cover it.