It is a long moment before Knock Out speaks in response to that, though he knows there's no actual answer that will make her feel better. He knows this pain, knows that it hurts no less the second time than the first. Yet for all the universal dialects that he knows, none of them have any kind of reassurance or platitude to lessen that particular grief.

"I don't know," he finally answers, just as quiet as she'd been. "Loss... doesn't always come with reasons. It doesn't get balanced out. That doesn't mean you deserved it or that you did something wrong. Sometimes it just... takes, and we get left behind."