[He tips his head in a way that somehow conveys amusement without the broader suggestion of a smile. If he knew her better now, he might have offered a harmless quip. This territory is too new, and he's not sure he fully trusts himself to be himself. He felt normal in his rage, too.

His nostrils flare on a longer exhale.]

It wasn't likely our paths would cross again, no.

[His hooves scrape the metal floor as he resettles. He opens his mouth and shuts it again. Twice more before finally deciding one thing should be said if nothing else.]

I said unconscionable things to you the last time we spoke. I deeply regret them, and I'm grateful you didn't do what I asked of you. You didn't deserve my vitriol. Nor did the survivors.

[He manages to keep his gaze steady, one eye at least, given the shape of his head. This time when his mouth shuts it stays that way.]