“Calling it “complaining” is like calling a hurricane “cloudy”. He was bitching, Carolina. Call it like it was.”

But Epsilon didn’t bitch nearly as much as Alpha did, didn’t have the bite to it in the same way; he had always seemed calmer. A little more distant than the Church Tucker knew from Blood Gulch, and still stubborn as fuck, but friendlier, too. Maybe they didn’t apologize in the way normal people would, but he was still Tucker’s best friend.

He always would be.

“You weren’t there, Carolina.” He closed his eyes tight, frowning a little. “You were saving a shitton of people on Chorus, stuff no one else could do. He went up there with me, he did it so I could run the fucking suit, to protect us. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”

He brought his knees to his chest, resting his forehead against them. “I’m the one that didn’t bring everyone home.”