[He doesn't know what's worse - that you'd have been disgusted with him, or this, trying to reassure him when it's something he should be ashamed of]
[Turning away from the hug, curling himself himself, one hand straying to his blue sash absently, twisting his hand up in it and pacing around in the dark, clearly agitated and ashamed of himself]
I've never backed down from a fight. This wasn't supposed to be any different. I had --