"What am I supposed to do to make it better, Rikku?" He was quiet again, and his eyes were on the floor again, and there weren't tears stinging at his eyes. He was imagining those. "I can't lift the plate and wave people out from under it. I can't find your home and bring it back. I don't get to pretend it didn't happen. So what am I supposed to do? Because I got no fuckin' clue."