[ And Bruno flinched away instinctively. He dragged his arms away from where they covered his face and the blank stare Silco was treated to was with red-rimmed, tear-stained eyes. What was being said to him didn't register immediately because, yes, it was quite the shock. If anything, that had to be an understatement. ]

It's. It. [ It was what, exactly? He couldn't think of exactly what the worst part of the ordeal was without feeling another series of sobs clawing their way up his throat from deep in his chest and he buried his face in his arms again to struggle through them, bear them out, and the words that came after were riddle with attempts to speak through more tears that threatened. ] I should have. I should have seen it. Seen it coming. Before it. Before it happened. Why? Why didn't... why didn't I?