She vents heavily at his confession, both angered and exasperated by the lack of excuses. There are few things he could have said that would have been worthy - and none that would have alleviated her sense of abandonment.

"You will, damn it all." Solus hissed, before giving in and dragging him upward, shouldering the jet's heavy bulk. The clawed grip relaxes, but only to make it easier to embrace him.