Bruce already beat himself up about it more than enough, spent too much of his time overthinking all the things that happened and that he couldn't possibly change now. Being away from the Moira for over a year had helped in giving him some time and perspective, but this was just one of those burdens he'd never be able to shed, a part of him that he'd never be able to ignore. All of the Caducans and the whole of this universe and any other could forgive him, and he still wouldn't stop blaming himself.

He could live with the guilt, though. Still, he was glad to not talk about it anymore, as he was to not talk about the state of the people in the cryo units. Because as far as he was concerned that was also ultimately his fault.

"Jesus." She laughed but he didn't. A morbid part of him wished he could see it, a desperate and helpless part of him wished he could see it just so he could try to help her. He could guess it hurt her, if her occasional winces were anything to go by— in that regard, at least, he'd been luckier than her. At least he wasn't hurting, thankfully. Which was a good thing in more than one way because pain could be a trigger too sometimes.

"I'm sorry. That's... have you tried painkillers of some sort? So at least you suffer a little less."