[For a moment, his expression breaks—because how could it not, when his world is crashing down around him?—before he makes an attempt to fix it into something more passive. Into something he and Elcia are more comfortable with, because he doesn't know how to deal with this situation right now—doesn't know if he can.]
... You did what you could. If... I manage to return home, I can carry on the investigation. You don't need to worry about it.
[What he doesn't say is that he isn't sure if he wants to return home, knowing what awaits. If it's a world where all of his friends are gone, where Elcia is dead, then he has no reason to go back.
He also isn't mentioning his suspicions about who Irina's murderer was, now, having checked the prototype's datalog. It's something he should be telling Elcia, he knows, but... under these circumstances, it doesn't feel like a good time.]
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... You did what you could. If... I manage to return home, I can carry on the investigation. You don't need to worry about it.
[What he doesn't say is that he isn't sure if he wants to return home, knowing what awaits. If it's a world where all of his friends are gone, where Elcia is dead, then he has no reason to go back.
He also isn't mentioning his suspicions about who Irina's murderer was, now, having checked the prototype's datalog. It's something he should be telling Elcia, he knows, but... under these circumstances, it doesn't feel like a good time.]