[That grief is something he's familiar with, perhaps too familiar. Often seeing it on himself, on his teammates, on people he encounters on missions... but it never fully erases the sympathy that blossoms in his chest. He lets Mitsuru gather her thoughts though, keeping quiet with a sad if understanding smile to him.

Their time here was the only time they had. He's not sure how close she and Mitsuru were, but it doesn't matter. It's obvious that she was important to her.]

Yes. [...] She was one of the first people that I've met here and... I'm aware of her circumstances, so I tried to check on her every so often.

[A small breath exhales from the mutant, wondering what else he can say.] She was compassionate. Kind.