Cress won't budge. He reacts to the nudge like a rag doll. He wouldn't horribly mind if he could just lie there curled up for the remainder of eternity. The reality hadn't quite sunk in all the way, and for the past few moments he felt as though he were flailing around trying to keep abreast of it just enough so the ugly truth wouldn't pull him under.

Too late. He takes a plunge like a brick. It feels like the second time. Chili really had died. He really had. What's left of Cress once his hysterics had been wrung out is a more feeble state of reflection over the crisis that happened in only a handful of seconds. The future he saw before him was bleak and he didn't want to face it. He couldn't bear breaking the news to Cilan... How could they be a triple act if there were only two of them left? Oh... just thinking about it makes his eyes spill buckets. Everything was ruined. And what about Pansear... It was just enough to smash his broken heart into even tinier pieces.