...I'm sorry. Both of you. You both shouldn't have been made to deal with that at all.

[Dorothy starts, briefly, and...god, she doesn't want to acknowledge this. Really, she doesn't. But she looks between both of them briefly before just staring up into the void, her gaze slightly distant, and she...]

I suppose it does. It was... [...] The three of us had finally found a bar. The battle was over, and we had been...celebrating, apparently.

[Dorothy's eyes close.]

...If it weren't for how long Raven took to get all of us drinks, I could have stayed in that moment.