Vaan wanted to tell her that they could have done more, that there had to have been something but he bit his lip and refrained. Even he knew that magicks had their limits and white mages were not miracle workers. But it was hard for him to comprehend right now. He didn't know what he could do now, the only upside was that it wasn't his dominate hand.

"It's not your fault," He murmured, shaking his head against his knees. "It's mine."

He shouldn't have pushed her. Should have backed off when he had the chance.

Before he realized, his shoulders shook and he hiccuped. He was useless now.