[i]He's not dead. He's not dead. He's not dead.[/i]  Tacticus kept pounding the now paste that was once a Krogan further and further into the bulkhead. The best he could figure his hands had made some dent in the floor as there was very little resistance to his punches now. Even the once Krogan body was only serving to slow down his assault. Though his voice had long since gone hoarse from yelling he was still managing out grunts as he kept bringing down his biotically augmented fists. He was completely covered in the Krogan's blood and could feel the new blood coming up to find a place on his face starting to get cold. Numso wasn't dead, there was no way. When he walked back over he would be totally fine right? He was always the one that had close calls but they always laughed it off, this was like that right?

He could feel his fists begin to become heavy from the extreme exertion of his arms. His body was starting to become fatigued as he had exhausted his biotic talents so completely that he could feel his eyes wanting to close and his body to fall into the paste he had created. When the Quarian spoke to him he didn't hear the words but he knew that something was being said to him. He paused for a moment from his task to stare at the women with a wild look in his eyes. He growled deeper than he thought possible at her as he could feel his body start to suck down oxygen quicker than it should be. As he exhaled with tensed jaw and mandibles low growls continued to eek out of his throat at her. There was nothing in his eyes that displayed any sort of rational thought before he collapsed into the mess he had created and laid motionless for a moment eyes starring half at the destroyed body half at the wall. Cactus couldn't think at all, his mind just kept turning back to his friends blown open skull littering the floor. 

Tacticus felt a hand grab his arm near the shoulder and try to pull him up but he immediately brushed it off. He managed to get a enough of a grip on the bloody and slippery bulkhead to push himself onto his knees. For a moment he let his jaw go loose and he leaned back on his haunches for a moment with a dead expression on his face. For some reason he began to feel a sort of peace, like something had decided his retribution was complete. His ears ringing he picked himself up off the ground and without looking up he reached down to pick up his dropped rifle. When his eyes came back up he was met with Sura's stern gaze. He quickly averted his eyes and solemnly looked down the hallway that Numso hadn't died in. He managed to choke out a sentence which tried to mask his sorrow with at least some modicum of control. "I..... you're right." He paused for a moment and swallowed hard. "We should go...I'm.....sorry. I shouldn't have..." His thought trailed off and he avoided eye contact until he could no longer feel the gaze of his team and the strangers on him. He looked up as he entered the area they had been assaulting to gain control of and saw the bodies littering the room. He could only think to himself [i]was he worth it? It should have been him, why hadn't it been him?[/i] As he walked aboard the shuttle he avoided making eye contact with the crumpled Geth on the floor, well, as much as a Geth optical receptor that looked almost like it was off could be anyways.

He made his way to the back of the shuttle still clutching his stolen rifle, here he found a seat and strapped himself in to the chair. He re-gripped the rifle in his hands and looked blankly at the floor while he tried to not to smell the blood that he was covered in.