When X failed to report for duty on time the day after
Zero's death, no one was sent looking for him. There was no need to. They understood. No one knew the details of what had happened, because X hadn't told anyone yet, but Zero's body told the tale well enough, as did the shellshocked expression on X's face and the tears on his cheeks as he'd delivered the body to the med labs.
The loss of Commander Zero hit the base hard. He had been a part of the Hunters since almost the very beginning, and the tales of his prowess were practically legendary. He had seemed invincible. It was hard to believe that he was really did. But the person who was hit hardest by it... was X.
In his room, X lay curled up on his bed, sobbing into the pillow he clutched to his chest. It's all my fault... The realization cut deeply, more painful than any wound he'd ever received, but he viciously repeated it in his mind. It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so reckless... If I'd only waited for an opening... If I'd trusted Zero to be better than Cigma... If I'd only thought...
But he hadn't, and now Zero was dead, and it really was his fault. There was no way to fix this mistake, though. Nothing he could do would bring Zero back. So all he could do was cry.