His eyes lift, without question. Without a second thought, locking onto York's where he stands. He's never seen him quite like this, and it pains him to know that he's the reason. For the second time since they've met, he's dealt him an unbelievable blow, and that he's still here at all...

York doesn't owe him this. He's here for his own reasons, and if he punched him? If he laid out his sins in front of him one at a time and broke them all down, it would still be more bearable than knowing he'd lose him as a friend. After turning against Felix, after making his choice, he'll do what he has to.

His expression draws tight. Strained. "I am sorry, York."

Even if he can't earn his forgiveness, at least let him know he means this. Felix could have fooled him, could have schooled his face into the proper expression, changed the lilt of his tone, convinced him.

Locus unmasked can't be anything but sincere.