[He thumps his head against the door, partly out of frustration, partly... well, no, it's all out of frustration.]

Sorey was having problems. He-- he kept it from us. Hid himself away. We tried to talk him out of it, and... he was too corrupted. Mikleo covered our escape.

[He couldn't see anything, couldn't do anything. He remembers Sorey's tears, Mikleo's sad smile, and Zaveid's name dancing darkly on the hellion's lips. That wasn't Sorey anymore, not as Dezel knew him. He's lost two friends in one fell swoop, and nearly a third.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth like a wince.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.