Herc doesn't break a single bone, but Chuck does, so Herc goes down at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean to clear the lady's path. Chuck's just got his memories and a warm body to keep him alive.
(They drive each other over, see, and people need that in the Drift. Your partner doesn’t make you whole. You make your partner better and they do the same. And all he’s got, all he and Herc have got is regret and grief and anger, fear and resentment stretched over them like skin, and a mad clutching vicious love they don’t need to understand that serves as their bones.)
His next thoughts are some mess of (broad-shouldered pretty-boy fuckup) and (why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to quit when we needed you) and (how the fuck am I supposed to trust you out there) and (we needed you so much). And then he lets his resentment boil to the surface.