Tired eyes flick between those present. Disaster. Failed. Reluctantly, he takes a seat, noting the subtle shifts of posture. "Idun. If we are to recover, we need the truth."
Downcast eyes, unable to meet his pathmates' gaze. "And part of that truth ... during Consilium, Pepper gave me forewarning of the upcoming restrictions. My first thought was of the benefits of better-connected Councilors, rather than of the makeup of my own path. I do not know whether I could have prevented ... this. But by not trying, I failed all of you."
Sad eyes flick toward Damascus. "It's going to be a tough road ahead. I don't know how much help I can be, but I don't wish to be a man who fails to repay his debts."
Assuming it isn't already far too late for that.
I see you