[It's like a physical strike, the way Mandricardo's words hit. Each one sits like a lead weight in his chest, the heaviness weighing him down and radiating back out through him in the bleed of his emotions.

He doesn't know what he can do, either. When other people are hurting so badly, what is there to do? Guilt strangles him; they're two of a kind, wanting to do more and more and unable to do anything at all. Hah. What a funny joke. What peak entertainment for whatever cruel entities seem to enjoy watching them suffer and struggle and fail.

A few seconds pass in silence. The knot of Sakyou's fingers turns white at the knuckles, lips pressed into a thin, grim line.]

...I know that it's painful, being unable to do anything. To feel powerless in the face of something we can't even understand... I know this. [It's the same for him, after all.]

But if it is a personal failing of yours that you haven't managed to do impossible feats here, then it's a failing we all share.

[They're all powerless! That's fun! He's in despair.]