[ Flynn takes a startled half-step back, his armor bumping the rail with a metallic clink that echoes, just a little. ]

From the top of Zaude.

[ A miracle, really, that he manages to keep his voice somewhat even, that he says the words at all even though his heart crowds thickly into his throat, thinking about it. ]

That's what we all assumed. Zaude's core fell on top of Alexei. It was massive, and in the chaos—Yuri was close to him—either he was crushed by the core or he.

[ Flynn has to swallow around the tightness of those words, try again. ]

He fell. He remembers falling.