I'm sorry, he thinks to the corpse, bowing his head for the millisecond he can spare in respect. Billy nods grimly when Jamie returns, carefully strapping the offered knife next to the now-useless morpher on his belt.

Glancing down at Jamie's leg, then up at the rifle, Billy winces with guilt before voicing his idea. "I'll fight close-range, you shoot?"

He's still looking for a long-range weapon of his own, though. Billy moves through a path left in a pile of rubble, searching high and low for monsters and friends alike. Even monster-infested friends, he thinks bitterly.