[Again Archer is silent as Zulf explains himself. It's definitely not the same situation, but it's close enough. He understands exactly how Zulf feels and he understands that hearing that it's not his fault, he couldn't have done anything, don't worry about it - none of that will solve anything.]

[He's not sure what to say, and when Zulf finishes Archer finally moves to sit beside him. He hesitates for a moment longer before touching the back of Zulf's hand - it's a gesture that's trying to be reassuring and... kind of failing horribly, sorry. He doesn't know how to deal with affection like this that isn't latching onto someone. He gets the feeling that would scare poor Zulf.]

I understand how you feel. You blame yourself for all their deaths. I'm sure you've been told that it isn't your fault - that doesn't make it any easier, does it?

[Archer glances away, once again finding it awkward to look at Zulf.]

I don't believe it's your fault, Zulf. You didn't know the weapon existed, correct? Even if you had, could you have changed anything? I know it's difficult to think about, and it's even more difficult to acknowledge that you really couldn't have done anything. I understand.