[ Osha'li hears the way G'raha's voice stops like that, just this side of breaking, and he feels bad for that.

You died.

Seven hells, no wonder Alisaie can't leave him alone. He deserves her mess of emotions and then some.

His ears droop against his head for a moment. How close they had come to losing everything. ]

I'm sorry. Not for sending you all back, but...for all the rest. Scaring you so. Burning out.

[ Not that any of them can really hold it against him, since they'd all done much the same, giving themselves to save their world and perhaps many others. Osha'li would make the same decision again in a moment.

He rests against G'raha, glad for the contact, glad to have him solid and warm and whole. ]

I couldn't run from Zenos again, nor could I let him leave that place alive.

[ Though a terrible thought occurs to him. ]

I...it was just me that came back, right?