[He wasn't alone. Angel repeats this to herself, in the back of her mind, until it's managed to battle the guilt back into a small knot somewhere in her stomach. It wouldn't subside, she thought, until she saw Krieg face to face and could be certain, absolutely certain, that he was okay.

But for now, it puts her enough at ease that she can focus on their conversation again.]

I... wish I'd had the opportunity to speak with you more often, Shiro. The last time I was here. [She manages a small smile.] It's. Very clear what a good friend you are.