[Airazor lets out a shuddering vent, then another. Half guilt, half the familiar taste of ashes that could be anything, any emotion at all. She shoved it away viciously, with an audible, if subvocal noise that probably sounded harsher than she meant it to]

I would have. And in truth the pilgrimage would never have happened because my half of the key was more important than my personal feelings. I kept pushing it off and pushing it off, but never giving up on it entirely, precisely because of all of you and the ship.

[Long, unbroken moments are weighted with several kinds of silence before she speaks again]

Primal, I never... [A swift, cut off chirp that indicates that the speaker was thinking even while speaking] I never offered you my sincerest regret for the loss of my team, my half of the survivors of our race. They are and were my responsibility. And they are all dead.