Blythe listened to what the others told her, before she grabbed the collar of Solomon's shirt and pulled him towards her, their faces just inches away from each other. "If there's anything I hate more than weak and whiny people who won't do shit," she started as she glared at Solomon, "than that's people who blame themselves for crap that couldn't have been prevented." She finished. "We fight in battles, people will get hurt, and nobody can do shit about that. Hell, the chances are that we die out there, but that's the risk we're taking, and if it weren't for you, it would've been very likely that I would've died, so stop beating yourself up about it already." She told Solomon.