[Athrun takes a few moments to consider his response, mostly because he's somewhat taken aback by the subtle sorrow in Yzak's expression. Had they not known each other for so long, he might have missed it or mistaken it for his usual unbridled rage. That message is clear enough even without being stated; the war may be over, but like all wars, it wasn't without a high price. A part of him wants to ask. A weaker part, the one that is tired and guilty and just wants to lay down and rest would rather exist in blissful ignorance. He knows he can't ignore it forever, but going from dead to not-dead in a short span has him feeling a little more honest with himself about what he wants to do. For now, he does not ask. Instead, quietly,]
Sorry.
[He won't dance around it or linger too long on what or why the apology is offered. Whether he remembers or not, it's clearly merited, and Yzak is dealing with a lot. Athrun would rather not make things more awkward for them both.]
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Sorry.
[He won't dance around it or linger too long on what or why the apology is offered. Whether he remembers or not, it's clearly merited, and Yzak is dealing with a lot. Athrun would rather not make things more awkward for them both.]