Devon watched Croix go, then let his eyes close. No way... as much of a nightmare as this whole thing had been before, now his friend was dying? And there was nothing he could do about it? He knew he could only trust Croix, and so far so good, but...

He looked to Sefton. No idea what to say, no idea what to do... but at least he was there. Not like he felt like that meant enough.