Crying women had always been a thing he had no idea how to deal with. It was a weakness of sorts. If there had been any anger left inside of him it was gone with those tears. Duo let Najaran rest her forehead upon his shoulder and debated for a second what his next move should be. Pat her back. 'There, there'? That would make him sound like an asshole he was sure. In the end he did the only thing he could and brought his arms up and around the girl, hugging her gently.

"I can't really help ya there." He admitted sadly. "You need to find that balance yourself. But listen to me..." Duo looked down at Najaran, all he could see was the top of her head and her cheek, but he smiled anyway. "Wanting to protect people is good. Hold onto that. Never change. But you've gotta stop thinking about 'what ifs', they're dangerous. You start down that path you'll never come back." He sighed. "... What happened on that planet was an Impossible Thing. No matter what we did, that planet was doomed. The train saved us. Thinking about what ifs is... well it's stupid. Maybe if we'd been up there in space and we had some heavy duty fighting machines we could have done something. But on the ground with little swords and knives? No way..."

"Even while we stand here, Naja, there are millions of planets. Civilisations could be vanishing even as we speak. Wars waged. People are dying. You can't save them all." Duo gave a soft laugh then as he remembered something. "I should introduce you to a friend of mine. I joked once he'd feel guilty for the lack of oxygen in space because he didn't try hard enough. You remind me of him."