She felt awful, the guilt mounting more and more the closer she got to Tempest’s fitfully sleeping form. Even if he was only saying those awful things to get a rise out of her, he had still been right: she never tried to help Tempest and instead only tried to stop her, even after she told her about her past struggles when she had been captured. It was a painful parallel to how she had treated her friends during the entire attack: she had let her focus on stopping the enemy take priority over listening and communicating with her friends, and it nearly cost her everything.