[ Loken is quiet for a moment, then nods his head. He slowly moves his hand to grasp his chainsword. It is a worthless gesture, but it gives him a sort of comfort. An old, familiar thing. ]

Indeed. I have always preferred to trust a combination of my strength as well as that of my comrades. [ Even at the darkest hour of his previous battles, he could at least manage defiance. Here, he's struggling just to not die from his own weight. ]

Maybe... maybe their absence is the difference we made, in the end. Gave them a chance to salvage something.