It seems too long a silence, heavy and thick. It's a silence he can drown in, and maybe that's why it feels so difficult to breathe.

His brother's here, but not.

As much as Donnie hadn't wanted his brothers to get involved in the Corsairs, he can't deny some small, selfish part of him wanted them to be together. Maybe this is someone's idea of a joke, maybe some deity or another is laughing at him, which itself would have been laughable if not for the fact that there's apparently someone representing Hades hanging around the halls now.

"H-heh."

How's anyone supposed to respond to this? It's incomprehensible on a completely different scale from witnessing the atrocities of the Empire's endeavors in experimental research.

Mechanically he reaches for the tea, but he can't bring himself to take a sip. He highly doubts a drink can soothe anything.