She's taken aback by the abrupt shift, wrenched out of her own recollections of friends and war by the man falling into obvious pieces in front of her.

"Hey," she leans over, not touching him but one hand hovering near his shoulder. That was a whole mental journey he went through in the span of moments, and she's seen it before, or parts of it. In Kain, in Cloud, in Terra- in other people, half-clouded by the fog of lost memories. A life of loss and violence can only go on so long before you break. Her hand draws back after a moment, fingers curling helplessly. "Listen, it's fine if you can't. From here on out, we're all in this together... whatever 'this' is."