"Israfil, wait!" Claire said, getting up to go after Israfil. She didn't mean to upset him, not at all. She had simply tried to explain why she saw nothing good about what happened today, or more specifically, at the front, but didn't realise that the boy possibly hadn't taken a moment to actually realise what he had done, and what the consequences were of that. Now he felt awful, and she hated herself because of it.
Blythe looked at what happened, not saying a word. Now there werd two of them feeling bad. This day was nothing short of horrible.