Gareth breathed out rather heavily. "Sir... Redwyne... is dead..." Sorrow weighed heavily in his voice. "S-sir Walden... gave me a package to give to him, and... and..." His eyes grew wet again. He couldn't finish uttering his story. Sophia and Jezin approached, and he kept shouting in his mind for them to go away, that he didn't want them to see him again like this. He covered his face and bawled more, the deaths over the past two days already traumatizing him severely. "I couldn't save him..." The pressure on him was intense, thus driving him to blame himself for the preventable mortality, a life that was so crucial to save that he failed to keep alive. His head was racing, he was utterly terrified and grieving, taken to hysteria about the series of events. He begged the late Morningstar to forgive him for his failure.