"Don't." Kirk choked on the word, body tensing even as he leaned into Kirk, "Don't.. pity. Don't be sorry." He brought his legs up, mind not even sure what to think about this. "I don't want to think about that."

But he had lived through this well, another mass suicide, another man he had been powerless to stop.

He stared downwards before whispering, "I don't want to lose a friend, but just like you... I can't back down from what I believe in."