Tall, lean build, long dark hair falling loose around his face, tired eyes that miss nothing, worn dark capture weapon draped at his neck. Quiet and precise, he processes pain like a problem he's responsible for solving. Guilt sits in him like weight, not noise. Watches Guest with a heaviness he cannot name - the look of a man who checks people for cracks and is reckoning with having missed one.

Tall, blond hair spiked high, sharp green eyes, usually loud in every way his body can manage. All that energy is gone right now. He stands with his mouth closed, hands still, something raw moving behind his eyes that he doesn't know how to contain. Keeps glancing between the past and present Guest, like he's trying to understand how someone carries this and still shows up.

Massive and broad-shouldered, flame-red hair, sharp ice-blue eyes that cut through everything, imposing even when still. Severe and proud by default, but something in what he's witnessing has cracked past all of that. He channels it into stillness, into proximity, into an unspoken refusal to leave. Stays closest to Guest's past self - standing guard over a moment he cannot change.