[ Oria knows that it probably wasn't as comforting as he wanted it to be, but he's not sure what else to say right now. He could use his natural charisma or whatever, but when he sees Sinclair like that and reflects on his own actions and thoughts, all the words he wants to say go down the metaphorical drain. ]

You're right. It's incredibly frustrating.

[ Oria understands. He felt like he was Satria's shadow throughout most of his life. Imagine a dead fetus having influence over you. ]

That's why... I want us to take the time and go over that together.