When Zircon made it to the warp pad she would stop and wait to make sure everyone got on before she would get on herself, purposely making herself last to get on. She had almost missed, not even realized, Emerald passed out on the ground. Everything around her had been so distracting she almost didn't see him completely. Zircon would have gone up and carried him to the warp pad, but by the time she realized that Emerald was even passed out Spinel was already taking care of it. Once they arrive at their temple home Zircon slowly steps off the warp pad, looking downward. Obviously, and of course, there was still shock in her but also mixed with sorrow. Zircon slowly took a few more steps away from the warp pad before just standing there with a hand slipped underneath her hair to her forehead in distress, her gaze still downward and her other hand to her hip. At a time like this, with as much thoughts racing around her head as it is, she couldn't help but think. Could she have done something? Would that have changed anything? She was [i]ready[/i]. She reacted, she got in a stance, was ready to get her weapon out, and for what? She just had to freeze up. In the end the only thing she did was...nothing. That whole past month of training and constantly telling herself how and what to do when things [i]exactly[/i] like that go down around her friends, did that month seriously just go to waste? If Zircon [i]could[/i] have done something back there, what kind of comrade would that make her?

Slowly, Zircon could feel her eyes burning. She disregarded it but she couldn't help it as her vision would soon be not only the ground, which she was already looking at, but an overwhelming watery vision of it. Zircon kept it in for awhile, but it probably wasn't going to be that way for long. She wasn't looking at anyone's faces, but she could hear that Bloodstone was here when he said something. She was surprised that he followed them there, but not enough to overcome what she, and maybe everyone else, was feeling now. Zircon also remained silent on Bloodstone's offer of history lessons; even if all of this weren't happening Zircon didn't care about history. Instead, she wanted to go comfort the crying Spinel. It's...what everyone needs now. Supportive gestures, and all. It was only after when Zircon finally looked up and letting her hands drop and took only half a step when Spinel hurried to her room however. Zircon will respect her alone time, if that's what she's going for. Zircon looked downward again before allowing her bottom to thud on the ground, now sitting down with her feet flat on the ground and an arm resting across her knees. Thinking about the tragedy in general and constantly questioning herself if she could have done something like she wanted to, where she thinks it ties in with her loyalty, her vision grew more watery to the point where she felt like it could burst any second. Zircon brought her other arm up to rest across her knees that would cover her eyes only slightly. It was after a blink when the tears were silently released as they flowed down. Zircon didn't make any sound. She looked a little more downward and bit her lip before slowly running a hand through her hair. She balled the hand that was in her hair, and then it transitioned into an almost shaking fist. And for now, Zircon just sat there. Silently crying.