[He's watching solemnly, muttering quiet thanks, but back on the verge of tears.]

She's so kind... not wanting it to be anyone else, even though she already...

[They're similar, he thinks, but he knew he had no desire to go out on his own. It's entirely sad.]

Someone has to find them. I wish her friends will revive her like she wrote.

[Although the process sounded so complicated when they discussed it, he's not hopeful for it at all. His guilt that anyone took the fall at all is returning.]