[Regis lowers his head, eyes closing for a moment. He knows Cor is trying to comfort him, but he can't let go of the blame he places on himself so easily. At least feeling his old friend's heart beating so steadily under his hand is calming even if he's not quite sure why.]

Clarus was needed outside of the Wall to lead our troops against Niflheim. Had they started attacking the Wall, I'm not certain I could have maintained it with all the amplifiers so suddenly gone.

[Not that he could have maintained the Wall at all if he was dead, but he hadn't been thinking about that then. He had only been thinking of those who were already dead and how many more might die each minute he allowed the attack to continue.

Regis takes a deep breath then, pushing all of that away. There is nothing either he or Cor can do about any of that while they are here, so there is no since lingering in such painful memories. He plasters a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes onto his face, looks up at Cor and then wraps his hand around the one over his and starts pulling his friend toward one of the clothing carts.]

We need to dress you up! This is a festival. Come along!