"Yeah... that's how I died, too. Out in space. It don't feel good." Even if he'd reappeared on the platform, gasping for breath, sight back in his eyes and warm blood coursing through him again.

"This was... This was somethin' I'd not- I couldn't help 'em while it was happenin'. They were yellin' for it before they went. But I couldn't help 'em."

He leads her past them gently. "I shoulda been stronger. Maybe smarter about it. Definitely shoulda been smarter about it in the long term." So many people that would still be alive if he never was... Or so he tells himself, forgetting that Ego was a thing.

"We're almost past 'em, Angel. I think these ones ain't out to hurt us with fightin'." They're just here to tear his emotions apart.