"If I had to make you do it than maybe, just maybe, you didn't actually mean it." He rolls his eyes, brows knitted together in annoyance. Everything she's saying right now is painful, jabbing at insecurities with deadly precision. "Just a hunch."

Yet, when he sees that wound on her face, he feels guilty, and bad and wrong and like he should have been there instead of Orc. He feels badly for how well he did with Bro, for how little they suffered for the same crime.

"I know, alright? I fucking know. I know what they're capable of I just-" Don't know why it's my fault, but he can't get that out without feeling dismissive somehow. "What am I supposed to do? I can't turn back time- not here. I'm fucking stuck with the shit I did. So what? You want me to apologise? You want me to make it my fault? Well fine, take my gracious apology for striding in and turning everything to shit. My bad. There, take it and run with it. I'm fucking sorry." He raises his hands in surrender. "You gonna kill me now? Think it'll fix anything?"