Aihara sighed as the fight died down, when the ship fled, and Kensington came back. They were recalled to the [i]Claw[/i] not too long after, and it was a good thing too, Blitz was worn. Then he heard the explosion, and hightailed it over to the warehouse, rifle ready. His heart dropping to his stomach when he saw the combat helmet from within his GEAR. "No...Aiden...." He spoke quietly. In a hushed whisper as he contained the surge of various emotions, on the way back to the claw in silence. He docked the GEAR and dismounted, his arsenal being left at the armory as he sat in the rec-room, he really had nothing to say, other than when Blade arrived. He stood up, hands clasped behind his back at attention. Speaking calm and curt as he looked ashamed, as if he failed. "Sir...I take responsibility for Aiden's injury...I should've been faster on the trigger. I could have stopped it all..." he sighed and stayed standing, ready to get his ass chewed out for speaking out of turn, and for fucking up so horrendously as a soldier. He had to own up to it however, and accept he fucked up. He was determined however, to fix his mistakes. This was the first step in that direction, or so he hoped..