Responses were silent and largely avoidant. The pack found other places to look, though the discomfort of Kaleeth's words rang in all their minds.

If asked, Fendros' lack of patience drove him to speak first more than anything else, but he still held a compassionate tone. "Do not worry about ruining anything, Kaleeth," he said, before eyeing everyone. "None of us here can deny it. We might die tomorrow. People we know will probably die as well. We don't know who or how many exactly, but it's a reality." He waded closer to look Kaleeth in the eye. "I don't know if I can make anyone feel better about it, but here's how I see it. Either we might die or we [i]will[/i] die. There's no more control over it than that. It's been decided. And so we do not have to feel any pressure on ourselves except to do our best and to get our affairs in order."

He blinked and looked over at Meesei. "I've already spoken to Rhazii about what I want him to do should I not return. I was wondering who would be making their peace first amongst all of us."