The pain that flashes across Krok's face when he hears Flywheels' name is still acute; the others had their chance to grieve, in true Scavenger fashion, but he's still processing it. Between surviving and dealing with the Galactic Council grabbing Misfire, there hasn't really been much spare time for it.

He swallows it back down, though.

"I'm… sorry." Krok's voice is much, much lower, and thin. "I know it was hard on you – I knew it would be hard on you, and I made you stay." And here Fulcrum is trying to apologise to him for something else entirely. There's no reason any of his crew should be worrying about him; that isn't how it's supposed to work. If he can only keep the focus on Fulcrum, he doesn't have to think about dealing with his own problems just yet.